You're currently thinking about a variety of things.

The face on the mirror is not one that is yours. Not in a dysphoric way, surprisingly enough, although you wouldn't say it's not entirely not that, either.

You're also currently in the bathroom stall of a bus station, as you will go to another city, from where you will reach Aminara Tower. You didn't think much of it back at home, but now something feels different. Why are you doing this, again?

It feels like there was a fog in your head. It feels like it's not there anymore.