Mirror
Anthy: I hate humans
Anshi: Then...do you hate yourself?
Anthy: sometimes...
Anshi: Then why?
Anthy: Animals are so much smarter than humans.
Anshi: What tribe?
Anthy: I am a Silent Strider...
Anshi: Oh...you wish to NOT be human at all
Anthy: I'd prefer to be a bird...
Anshi: Enjoy...
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Mirror
Dangerous Reflection
I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
Oh the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
To sharp to put back together.
To small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
Again...when I cam to, I was not in the bathroom. I was standing on a disk that was floating in the darkness. My reflection was standing next to me. It was a perfect copy. A perfect "me". I envied it so much.
"Tell me, Yami, what do you think about yourself?"
I thought for a moment.
"I can't explain anything because I can't find it inside of me. I think back, looking for what had brought me here and there is nothing. I can't even figure out why I exist. I have relinquished control of my emotions and my sanity."
My reflection grinned.
"I will show you what you have now become."
From the darkness came a human form. It took me ages to figure out that it was me. This...thing...had no eyes, they had been ripped out, and there were patches of bone protruding from my flesh. There were broken wings and blood pouring from wounds. There was little to remind me that it was human. That...thing...was grinning.
"This...this can't be me..." I whispered, dropping to me knees.
But my reflection had gone. The "thing" had gone too. There was a window in front of me. I looked out of it to see my body, my true body, stand up and move. I was no longer in control of it. It was not me, but my reflection. And I heard its voice. It was no longer my voice. It had become aware...luring me into a false sense of security so I could lower my defenses and it would take me.
"You are no longer yourself...you are within the mirror now. You are trapped inside the hell that is your mind and the mirror. You will be able to see and hear what I say and do, but no one will hear you."
I cried and cursed in fear. Fear...an emotion. I was afraid of this thing...afraid of what I had become.
Afraid of my own being.
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Anthy: Short.
Anshi: It feels good to pour your angst out to others.
Anthy: Review.
Anthy: I hate humans
Anshi: Then...do you hate yourself?
Anthy: sometimes...
Anshi: Then why?
Anthy: Animals are so much smarter than humans.
Anshi: What tribe?
Anthy: I am a Silent Strider...
Anshi: Oh...you wish to NOT be human at all
Anthy: I'd prefer to be a bird...
Anshi: Enjoy...
4750930939030930730784578458989332443
Mirror
Dangerous Reflection
I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
Oh the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
To sharp to put back together.
To small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
Again...when I cam to, I was not in the bathroom. I was standing on a disk that was floating in the darkness. My reflection was standing next to me. It was a perfect copy. A perfect "me". I envied it so much.
"Tell me, Yami, what do you think about yourself?"
I thought for a moment.
"I can't explain anything because I can't find it inside of me. I think back, looking for what had brought me here and there is nothing. I can't even figure out why I exist. I have relinquished control of my emotions and my sanity."
My reflection grinned.
"I will show you what you have now become."
From the darkness came a human form. It took me ages to figure out that it was me. This...thing...had no eyes, they had been ripped out, and there were patches of bone protruding from my flesh. There were broken wings and blood pouring from wounds. There was little to remind me that it was human. That...thing...was grinning.
"This...this can't be me..." I whispered, dropping to me knees.
But my reflection had gone. The "thing" had gone too. There was a window in front of me. I looked out of it to see my body, my true body, stand up and move. I was no longer in control of it. It was not me, but my reflection. And I heard its voice. It was no longer my voice. It had become aware...luring me into a false sense of security so I could lower my defenses and it would take me.
"You are no longer yourself...you are within the mirror now. You are trapped inside the hell that is your mind and the mirror. You will be able to see and hear what I say and do, but no one will hear you."
I cried and cursed in fear. Fear...an emotion. I was afraid of this thing...afraid of what I had become.
Afraid of my own being.
8598889039034290832490845908450954
Anthy: Short.
Anshi: It feels good to pour your angst out to others.
Anthy: Review.