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She felt something strange. A large room, decorated with what appears to be... floating coffins? With something glowing green set on the lids. The centerpiece was a mirror, or at the least something similar in shape as it too lit the room with an emerald glow. She was scared.
Ah...
My dearest beloved...
The lovely and noble flower of evil...
Truly, you are the most beautiful in the world...
She whispered an unclear mumble while glancing around the room. To no avail, as the green light was too faint. Anything beyond were obscured by the dark. She took a step towards the mirror, unease settling deep inside.
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
Who is the most...
Most? Most what? Again, she spun around in search of the source. All of a sudden, a blinding light came from above. She looked up only to see a strange circle with intricate lines connecting to one another. The lines moved on its own and each time one had reached its end the light grew ever brighter, soon completing itself.
To you, guided by the Mirror of Darkness...
Following the desires of thy heart...
Despite looking away for only a second, a barrage of white lilies drifted down though none touched the ground as they faded before reaching it. She noticed that a number of them turn black as night as they fell. It scared her even further. It made no sense. What was there to fear? Yet her instincts all went into panic.
Take the hand that lies within the mirror...
It was tempting. Her knees quivered as she covered the distance between her and the mirror, now reflecting an open palm. She stopped her outstretched hand from taking it, though. Was this right? The voice continued to echo more words, something about fire, ice, and earth, but her ears no longer processed it. Despite that, the cryptic voice was quite comforting. It dispelled the mysterious fear that frightened her for no reason. It felt... safe.
Yes. She reassured herself. Everything will be fine. All she had to do was reach out her hand...
Fear not the power of darkness...
Come now, show me your power...
Mine, Theirs, Yours...
There is little time left for us...
She saw her small hand ripple against the mirror's surface like water. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Everything in her was spent on focusing at the hand and the voice it accompanied.
Do not let go, at all costs-
Her face broke into a wondrous smile as she gripped the hand tightly. That was something she could do. The darkness enveloped everything around her, yet her fears didn't rise. It was sleepiness. As her eyelids slowly closed and sleep welcoming her, she whispered,
"Thank you."