#2. Duplicity.

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                            "All that glitters is not gold"...William Shakespeare



Nestled in the shadowy recesses of the attic, an antiquated mirror hung askew, its patina dulled under a blanket of dust accumulated over decades.

The find was the result of my relentless pursuit for peculiar collectibles at estate sales, and this one pulled me in, an irresistible allure I could hardly explain.

As my hand swept away layers of age and neglect, a chill skittered down my spine.

The mirror was an enigma, its age-old reflection seeming to murmur untold tales. An inexplicable urge took hold of me, a longing to plunge into its depths, to decipher its cryptic past.

Gritting my teeth, I faced the mirror.

The room reflected in it was a perfect mimic of my surroundings, but the man in the mirror was a stranger. His gaze bore into mine, his eyes glinting with malice, and his grin twisted in a chilling taunt.

I stumbled back, heart hammering against my chest. Was this an illusion, a trick of my tired mind, or had I stumbled upon a sinister presence?

My mind swirled with thoughts of whether this mirror was a portal to redemption or a gateway to damnation.

I found myself at a crossroads: to challenge the unsettling presence or retreat from it.

Caught in a quandary, I grappled with the magnitude of my decision, a decision that seemed to weigh heavier with every passing moment.



CREDITS: Images by: @ roberta_ai_artist (instagram)

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