Tales of Dreams and Woes

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A tale as old as time.

She knew it by heart.

She knew it from the folklore of their small village.

There in the bayou lies an abandoned cabin.

She only knows of the horrors of it from hushed whispers and stolen stares of those who lived nearby.

She was always curious but never dared ask.

But courage grew in heart that day.

What lies inside the cabin, she ought to find.

And so later that night she ventured.

She finds herself, as she often did, lost.

She knew the way, of course, yet still, she always adrift.

She finds it creepy.

A chill ran down her spine.

The cabin was dark, cold, and empty.

Or not.

There in the middle was a huge mirror.

Antiquated.

She walked further.

Curious.

What's so scary about mirrors, she dared ask.

A cold wind brushed her skin.

Heart fast beating, ready to run.

But her feet were rooted on the ground.

She couldn't run.

Her stare lingered in front.

There in the mirror was herself.

Of course, she knew it's her.

Or. . . did she?

Confusion filled the air.

Who is the girl she sees, staring straight back at her?

She has her face.

But she seems different.

Images flashed before her eyes.

What was gone and what is yet to come.

What lurked beneath her skin.

The good, the nasty, the unholy.

One step backward.

And another one.

Still, she couldn't run.

She now understands why people never speak of it.

Why people never dared.

This was the Ouroboros.

The mirror of beginnings and endings.

Infront of her was the reflection of every piece of her.

All the good and all the bad.

Heart still fast beating, tears falling.

She stayed.

"Hello, my child," a voice spoke.

"Who are you?" she replied.

"You do not know me. But I know all of you, you see.

You are brave, my child. Only a few are brave enough."

She was confused.

She remained still.

"You see, it is rare for a person to face who they truly are and not run from it─not be broken by it.

It takes a lot of courage to be able to truly look at one's self.

So many people cower at the sight in front of them, when all they see is ugly.

But that ugly is them. So many people are afraid to recognize the horrors that is them.

Look."

A girl was crying in front of her.

Lost.

Broken.

"The ugly that you see in the mirror is you. It is a part of you, along with the good in your heart.

But do not feel sorry.

Only when you fully embrace all of you, every piece of you, can you be truly yourself."

Silence stretched.

And then he was gone.

She looked around and saw no one.

She looked back in the mirror.

Flashes of images now disappeared.

The cabin still dark and cold.

She didn't know why but suddenly she isn't afraid anymore.

Courage rest in her heart.

And there was also warmth.

And peace.

She wanted to go home.

She always finds herself lost.

Now, she is found.

At last.

08:49 PM | 12.03.2020

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**Inspired by ACOTAR's Ouroboros