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The pond looked considerably healthier than I did.
Everything around it was glowing.
Orange sky.
Blue water.
Flowers everywhere.
Butterflies floating around with the relaxed confidence of creatures that had apparently never received an electricity bill.
Even the sun looked rested.
I arrived with €18.35 and set the stake to €0.20 because if nature really intended to heal me, it could begin by being affordable.
The first few spins were almost offensively peaceful.
Flowers.
More flowers.
Butterflies.
Letters.
A little blue bloom.
Then another.
Nothing screamed.
Nothing exploded.
Nobody carried a weapon.
After the previous few sessions, this felt suspicious.
One butterfly landed on the second reel.
Another appeared farther across.
Different colours.
Perfectly reasonable.
Then three red flowers showed up and paid a little.
They disappeared from relevance and the landscape remained serene.
The screen looked like the sort of place where somebody would tell you to remove your shoes and reconnect with the earth.
I kept mine on.
The earth had already taken sixty cents.
Around the tenth spin, two adjacent reels changed.
Same symbols.
Same positions.
The second reel had apparently looked at the first and decided originality was exhausting.
A flower copied itself.
Then another.
A butterfly appeared in exactly the same place on both reels.
For one spin, the meadow had developed symmetry.
The resulting ways win paid €1.00.
Nothing dramatic.
But now I had a new concern.
The butterflies were duplicating.
A few spins later the landscape returned to ordinary botanical behaviour.
One flower there.
A butterfly here.
A Scatter appeared low on the grid and looked important without doing anything immediately useful.
The sun kept glowing over the water.
Very restorative.
The balance continued moving slowly downward.
This was not a violent loss.
It was more like the countryside charging admission by the minute.
At €16.55, I was still perfectly willing to let the flowers continue whatever they were doing.
The Mirror Reels appeared again.
This time three adjacent reels joined in.
The first copied into the second.
Then the third.
Suddenly the middle of the screen contained the same butterfly in the same position three times.
That butterfly had either reproduced at supernatural speed or developed an extremely advanced understanding of reflections.
A second butterfly matched underneath.
Several identical flowers joined them.
The reels looked less like nature and more like someone had folded the landscape twice and pressed very hard.
€1.40 came back.
The butterflies separated on the next spin and resumed pretending none of this had happened.
That became the rhythm.
Normal meadow.
Normal meadow.
Normal meadow.
Then duplication.
A flower would suddenly acquire twins.
A blue butterfly would become a family.
One reel would become another reel with such accuracy that even the weeds seemed coordinated.
I stopped watching for individual symbols and started watching for symmetry.
That is not normally how wildlife works.
If three butterflies land in formation, you admire them.
If three reels contain the exact same butterflies in the exact same places, you start wondering who is printing them.
ReflAction World eventually put its name on the whole situation.
Appropriate.
Nothing here wanted to remain singular for long.
The most useful spin arrived somewhere in the middle.
Two reels had already begun matching when the third joined them.
Flowers repeated.
Butterflies repeated.
Then the 3x Wild sat inside the mirrored structure.
That improved matters.
The screen suddenly had enough matching nature arranged around the multiplier for €2.00 to come back.
Best hit of the session.
Two euros.
The butterfly population had tripled itself and recruited a Wild with a multiplier in order to achieve the financial impact of a sandwich.
Still, the spin looked magnificent.
Pink flowers repeating across the middle.
Blue butterflies occupying matching positions.
The 3x Wild sitting there like some sort of authorised botanical mutation.
I stayed at €0.20.
The balance had been drifting, but the mirrors kept producing just enough weirdness to make changing anything feel unnecessary.
This was not a session where I wanted to increase the stake.
I wanted to see how far the landscape was prepared to copy itself.
Four adjacent reels activated later.
Almost.
For a second I thought the entire grid might become one repeating image.
Instead, one reel remained stubbornly independent.
Naturally.
Four reels had achieved perfect harmony and the fifth had decided to express itself.
Several matching flowers landed across the mirrored section.
The independent reel contained completely different symbols.
That one piece of botanical individualism ruined most of the possibilities.
Nature had healed itself right up until somebody discovered personality.
The return was small.
The balance continued down.
A few spins later two Mirror Reels appeared and duplicated symbols that were almost entirely useless.
Perfect copies.
No meaningful payment.
The mechanism had successfully reproduced failure.
That felt important.
There is something strangely impressive about watching a slot make two reels identical and discover that both are bad.
A butterfly can have a twin.
A bad arrangement can also have a twin.
Equality.
More flowers passed.
The orange one became familiar.
The little blue bloom kept appearing in places where it could not connect enough.
Butterflies filled isolated corners.
Every now and then the Scatter landed and looked ceremonial.
The landscape remained outrageously beautiful.
This was the problem.
It is difficult to become properly offended while losing twenty cents at a time beside a glowing lake filled with flowers.
By the time the balance moved under €14, the screen had already produced more butterflies than a botanical garden in July.
None of them had brought money.
The next Mirror event duplicated three reels again.
One flower.
Another.
Another.
A butterfly.
Another butterfly.
The positions matched perfectly.
The resulting win was barely worth mentioning.
I began suspecting the mirrors cared more about aesthetics than economics.
That would explain the entire place.
Then came the biggest visual event of the session.
All five reels activated.
Every one.
The first reel became the blueprint.
The others followed.
A flower landed in the top position.
Five copies.
Another flower in the middle.
Five.
A butterfly lower down.
Five butterflies.
The entire grid transformed into one repeated strip of meadow.
For a moment there were no independent reels left.
Just one piece of nature copied four additional times.
This was what I had been waiting for.
Five mirrored reels.
Total botanical surrender.
An army of identical flowers.
A butterfly population so genetically suspicious it probably needed investigation.
The screen resolved the ways.
€1.20.
One euro and twenty cents.
That was magnificent.
The landscape had achieved perfect five-reel symmetry for approximately the price of a vending-machine coffee.
The next spin went back to normal.
One butterfly.
One flower.
Some letters.
The entire cloning incident had apparently been considered routine.
I was down to a little over €12.
The sensible part was obvious.
The mirrors had shown me two reels.
Three.
Four.
Five.
I had seen the 3x Wild involved.
I had watched a full field of identical flowers produce almost nothing.
There was no missing chapter.
Still, I gave the meadow a few more spins.
A red flower paid a little.
Two blue ones failed to become enough.
A yellow butterfly landed beside another colour and accomplished absolutely nothing beyond improving the scenery.
The final stretch returned €2.20 altogether.
Nothing larger arrived.
No miraculous wall of butterflies.
No second five-reel reflection.
No 3x Wild suddenly surrounded by a botanical choir.
€12.15 remained.
I had started with €18.35.
Six euros and twenty cents had disappeared into the landscape.
Oddly appropriate.
The whole premise had been about stepping outside and letting nature heal.
Nature looked fantastic.
The pond was glowing.
The flowers had multiplied.
The butterflies had discovered cloning.
Even the reels had learned to copy one another.
I appeared to be the only thing that had become smaller.
The meadow could keep the difference.
The paytable in Avalon Gold reads like a horror script.