When gazing into a mirror, the image that appears before my eyes, entitles a girl with long blonde hair, dreaming eyes, a slightly mousy face that enjoys the smiles. A young woman, slightly sane but mostly mad, eyes locked upon the reflection that stares back, not for vain reasons, as many suspect, nor for the picking of flaws, but instead for the enchantment of the mirror itself, the mocking mirror with mumbled laughter for appearances. Growing angry at the mysterious menace, she charges through the looking glass. Her ears seem to deceive her, not a shatter or slice, but instead a quiet solitude. The darkness revealed from her transgression, from this world to the mirrored reality, startles... more »
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