Silk Reflections
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This black mirror? Come in. Sit down and let me tell you all about it while I polish it. This is a very special mirror that lets a person see from an entire new perspective. You see, some philosophers have theorized that mirrors are a look into another world, one similar to our own, yet different from ours in major ways.
The philosophers often thought that the world beyond the mirror was a warm world, a reflection of the warm life that we radiate throughout our daily lives. They postulated that every action of ours must be equally reflected, every choice we made reflected in the mirror world where we did the opposite. An equal and shared world of flaws and imperfections like our own, but certainly not a world of nightmares.
But they were wrong. Two separate worlds divided by their reflection, one of which is the world we live in, far from perfect with its flaws, but still filled with hope. Here in our world we have made the right decisions, preventing us from going down a dark path. The other world, is a twisted and dark reflection of our own world. Every possible way things could have taken a wrong turn they did. It is a world filled with nightmares and the best outcomes can only be called bittersweet.
Ah, all done. The mirror is polished. I can see that my tale has not cooled your curiosity.
So take a look into this black mirror and then gaze upon. The dark reflections.
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