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No mere reflection but a gateway once entered never left... | No mere reflection but a gateway once entered never left... | ||
This IS the Looking Glass...the image is [[You | This IS the Looking Glass...the image is [[You]]. | ||
It is "You in the Mirror" narrating, shifting forms, wearing the various T-Shirts, dying rising again, it is You telling You a tale that you cannot escape from listening to...for it is your story. You stand outside the mirror as if staring at a screen. You finally blur your eyes enough to see the reflection in the glass of your monitor and realize that this really is a mirror, and that the voice you hear narrating isn't anything less than your very soul and self. | It is "You in the Mirror" narrating, shifting forms, wearing the various T-Shirts, dying rising again, it is You telling You a tale that you cannot escape from listening to...for it is your story. You stand outside the mirror as if staring at a screen. You finally blur your eyes enough to see the reflection in the glass of your monitor and realize that this really is a mirror, and that the voice you hear narrating isn't anything less than your very soul and self. | ||
[[Category: States of Being]] | |||
The Other is framed in the mirror before you. A large magnificent mirror framed in thick carved spirals of vines and flowers. A washed out gray. Aged gray paint over antique plaster. The plaster a forgotten formula of some ascended little alchemist. Strongest ceramic material was used to insure the mirror was held in the utmost security. This mirror has existed for the ages...
A magical mirror that narrates the tales....
No mere reflection but a gateway once entered never left...
This IS the Looking Glass...the image is You.
It is "You in the Mirror" narrating, shifting forms, wearing the various T-Shirts, dying rising again, it is You telling You a tale that you cannot escape from listening to...for it is your story. You stand outside the mirror as if staring at a screen. You finally blur your eyes enough to see the reflection in the glass of your monitor and realize that this really is a mirror, and that the voice you hear narrating isn't anything less than your very soul and self.