The mirror sat in the dusty corner of a long forgotten room. The only sounds that could be heard were the soft footfalls and muffled conversations of passers by. It had been a lonely existence since the mirrors banishment to this dreary place, it's tarnished glass was dull and lifeless. It was a shadow of what it had once been.
The mirror remembered its glory days of being a favourite destination for those that were lonely, lost or lacking. The mirror recounted it's long days of showing those who sought it or stumbled upon it what they wanted and occasionally what they needed. Many had faded in front of its reflection observing what they were or could be, Leaving them a shadow of their true selves. The mirror despised those people, those who could not separate the abstract from reality.
The mirror knew the power that it wielded over people, it had tried fruitlessly over the years to use its power for good and the light showing people what they could truly be or what they truly wanted. The mirror was aware of how its reflections had warped and changed people moving them further and further away from who they truly could be.
A wise wise man once said that only the purest of souls could stare into its depths and see only there own reflection.
The mirror knew what had to be done. And so it waited