Wapun Meadow before it all becomes the same old song

Slowly but surely, the Valley is becoming his home.
Home was another concept that was unfamiliar to only Taylor. Everyone else seemed to know what it was. It felt good to be in on the joke. Planck was a threat that was growing more immaterial by the day. In his dreams, even in his nightmares, he can put a hand through his brother. Translucent.
Lost in thought, knee-deep in the Meadow, Taylor sees his doppelganger.
Blonde and blue-eyed— in front of this mirror, he freezes. He's outside of his body, looking at the back of his own head. Then he's back, tingling, the definition of gravity shifted two spaces down and to the left.
Cautiously, he traces a circumfrence. The boy's mouth is red. Taylor is thrown gently across the coffee table of reality. In his evacuated throat, not a single word for miles around.