Spoked

In the centre of the painting it was as if the imaginary mirror, reflecting its image of Dawn, had been impacted with a single gunshot right between her eyes. The imaginary mirror glass appeared to have been shattered in radial lines to the sides and the four corners of the painting, a bit like the spokes of a bicycle wheel. And yet there was no glass and no gunshot, it was the picture that had changed. At the sight of these ‘further steps’, Dawn screamed as if her very life were in mortal danger.

Maybe it was… but from what?