Curate, connect, and discover
I have the head canon that Kim Dokja starts to avoid reflective surfaces at all times, but especially after he first sees his attributes window.
Like, at first it isn’t obvious, he just doesn’t really like when his phone is turned off and he can see the reflection, but then it gets worse, he glances at a mirror after washing his hands and quickly averts his eyes, because when he looks, is that really him? This strange man in the mirror with eyes that seem like bottomless pits into unknown galaxies?
Then the attribute window happens, and there is a hole in his face, not just a bit blurry but smudged, completely indistinguishable, with a complete non-existence where his eyes should be. Gone are the galaxies, nothing but an abyss, unending and still growing.
When he arrives at 1863, after everything has calmed down and he has gathered his bearings, he stumbles across a full body mirror while in his demon king form (just roll with it) and realises that he can see nothing of himself but the horns and wings, and his own clothes, but none of those are really his though, just byproducts of the scenarios. Nothing left of him is really there anymore.
He full out refuses to look in mirrors from then until Kaizenix, with the thought that this is a stranger’s body, surely it’ll be fine if he sneaks a peak? But it isn’t a stranger’s body he sees then. It’s that blurry, white coat wearing man that simply cannot be him.
He looks at his arm, clothed in a fine poet’s blouse with golden thread lining it, blond hair falling over his eyes, and the mirror looks at its coat, with its hair being an ebony.
In Journey to the West, it is at its worst. His skin moves, with new slit shaped scars that have no source appearing after leaving N’gai. These open, and he sees those same piercing galaxy-like eyes running all over his skin. The worst part is that they work. Two eyes became thirty, thirty became more than a hundred when it happened all over his limbs. He hasn’t ever felt this disoriented, even when he was burnt alive and had to experience the first use of Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint stage 3.
A sweeping look not look, nothing is just a look anymore to appraise how he will get to the scriptures is interrupted by his eyes falling on the lake, and that figure in a now dirty white coat looks back at him. All he does is look. All that is beneath the coat is a mess of eyes.
After the final scenario, he looks at the oldest dream. If he lets his vision blur he sees that mass of eyes underneath the boy’s skin, watching, looking, reading.
On the train, surrounded by companions, his cheek has blood on it in the reflection. He wipes it off. There is no mass of eyes, and it is once again his face. No galaxies, no abyss.
51% of him sees himself in his phone. There is no longer a reflection.