What is on the surface isn’t always reality.
The mirror was supposed to have the power to show us who we really were.
Hesitantly, I invoked its curse. “Who am I? Show me what lies beneath the surface. Show me what I am afraid to see. I am ready to behold and accept what’s hidden within.” I read out loud from the crinkled paper the seer had given to me.
A bright flash of purple, then red and I saw nothing at all. I trembled with fear for my lack of sight. In the darkness, I heard the mirror shatter.