Ava knows exactly who she is.
She built herself that way.
She knows what she's capable of and has made peace with it, but the mirrors were never meant to disagree.
When small irregularities begin appearing inside systems she perfected, the structure she relies on starts to shift.
Patterns surface where none should exist. Details recur. Reflections refuse to align.
Perfection depends on stability.
Stability depends on trust.
She is no longer certain she has either.
Doubt is the one flaw she never accounted for.