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There we stood, shoulder-to-shoulder, fingers interlocked, both feet flat on the ground that wasn't there. Our posture, precisely similar. Our facial expressions, exactly identical. In the exterior, it looked like we were almost a perfect example of symmetry. Almost, because we were one being, yet we weren't. This time, our gaze was not fixed on each other's eyes, but on a mirror that floated in front of us, the only other entity that was present in this universe swallowed by the darkness. But this was not a universe, a world, nor a dimension. I call it the Transition Realm, the gate between two worlds, the road taken by time travelers, the barrier that separates magic and science, the bridge that connects life with death.

Just the plain thought of being in such a place suddenly enveloped me in a weakening aura that made me lose my grip on her hand and break the symmetry. I stood still as my breathing grew more difficult and my heart started beating a mile per minute. I felt everything go so quickly, yet I saw her movements in slow motion. She placed one hand over my shoulder to comfort me, and another lightly pressed against the looking glass, which had a frame with a design so intricate that it was impossible.

Very slowly, she closed the lids of her weary eyes and opened her mouth to speak. I expected her to make a wish, for the words to come out in a whisper. Instead, she cried out to the nonexistent sky, but all I heard was utter silence.

And there it was. The mirror, now a portal, mesmerized the two of us with the wonderful image of the world that we searched for. It appeared to be the same world as we knew it, but it was a world where we could coexist.

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From my short stay in the Transition Realm, to my journey to the third dimension, to the life I had before I finally found out how to meet her. This is my journal - no, my story. Still not quite. My fairy tale? Let's just call it my experience. Yes - a collection of the chain of events that lead to my first record on this page, and also on what happens afterwards.

If anybody were to read this journal...

If you are reading this now, then it should help if you know who I am. My name is Len Kagamine, age 14. Kagami means mirror. (See the connection yet?)

And if you are reading this, my princess, my alter-ego, my reflection, my special girl...

Rin, I dedicate this to you.