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Where can be she be?
Through the old looming mirror, he walked, stepping lightly
as he transferred to the realm of the forgotten melancholy;
hoping he'd find the thing that haunted his dreams;
the ghost he kept seeing in every reflection.
In his mind the delicate, soft voice of confused innocence echoed
with every cry for help;
the faint image of pale, fragile hands reaching out from behind
the glass played on in his mind like a dream set to repeat for eternity.
Beautiful.
That was chilling and wonderful and so fantastic. It brings so many feelings and memories to the surface, and touches the soul. It was absolutely beautiful.
-Lala
Something different
Thanks. doing something that isn't sci-fi is hard for me.
I hope I can make this as good as my sci-fi stories.