Noa found an old mirror on the sidewalk, wrapped in torn cloth.
When she placed it in her living room, she noticed her reflection didn’t always move the same way she did.
On Halloween night, she woke up for a glass of water — and saw her reflection smiling at her.
The smile grew wider. Then the hand inside the mirror pressed against the glass.
She froze. The reflection whispered, “Thank you for setting me free.”
A flash of blue light filled the room — then silence.
When Noa looked again, only her reflection remained.
Except this time… it smiled first.
she wrote a song on experince and the song goes:
One day Ifound a dusty mirror on the street.
That night, my reflection started moving after I did.
At midnight, it smiled — though I didn’t.
Then it whispered, “Finally, my turn.”
By morning, only one myself remained.
The one inside the mirror.
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