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for a while, general 1 lived a dreary life. a monotonous one. uninteresting. her days were spent staring at the tv, observing the world she hardly knew quietly. letters scrolled across the the screen, advertising some product that probably didn't even work.
the tone of the advertiser's voice put gen 1 to sleep, the last thing she heard was something about coffee spelled backwards—which seemed unrelated to what they were selling—and a new product called an imaginal disk.
gen 1 didn't typically dream. or remember her dreams when she did.
but tonight was different.
her dream started in a void—a cold, empty void—with a mirror... portal... thing. curiously, she floated over to the mirror and looked.
she saw herself.
well, no, it wasnt her. kind of. her hair was different, her eyes proclaimed a different story, and her reflection's gown was something she would never wear. her reflection, whom she later came to know as general 2, shot out of the mirror. general 2's hands came to rest around general 1's neck as she embraced her in a kiss.
and when they finally parted, general 2 whispered, "let me hold you in my arms."
and general 1 woke up, an advertisement for the imaginal disk still playing.
"'hey girl,' and she looked like me 😭😭" general 1 whispered.