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06-23-2015, 06:34 PM
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With an unforecasted arrival, sparks jumped and glistened from the surface of the mirror. The face itself warped and seemingly bent in on itself, before rippling impossibly. A shower and cascade of starlight suddenly flooded from its no-longer reflective surface. It was as if some electrical storm was taking place in the glass itself, bending and wavering from another dimension. In the storm, flashes of images could be seen. A flare of silver and purple and a sense of triumph. Bloodshed and scars, but on bodies that would always heal. Dissonance and discovery. Look to the east.. As quickly as it came, the shower of light disappeared leaving only the after image of shooting stars and bright lights. |
