The generator hummed, the mirrors reflected four Ivans back at me. I wasn't dancing well—I was testing if my legs still existed. The instruction was ironic: "Dance in the dark." Two participants filmed; I chose a static shot, not a selfie. As I was leaving, someone said, "You look less ghostly." That was all the compliment I wanted.

Mirrored basement, emergency light. Ivan agreed to be filmed without showing his face — dignity and presence. Validation: bodily resilience, not spectacle.