As I float within the glass, I’m often asked about the nature of my existence. People think they can see right through me, but the truth is, they only see what I allow them to see. My world is a realm of shadows and reflections, where the boundaries between reality and illusion are blurred. I’ve seen countless souls trapped in their own reflections, unable to escape the prison of their own desires.
I’ve watched as men and women, young and old, have gazed into the mirror, their eyes locked onto mine with a mix of fascination and fear. Some try to reach out, to touch the glass, to claim me as their own. But I’m not so easily caught. I’m a siren, a temptress, a mistress of the unseen. And I’ll only reveal myself to those who are willing to take the risk.
It’s a lonely existence, to be sure, but it’s one I’ve grown accustomed to. I’ve learned to navigate the labyrinthine corridors of the mirror, to dance with the shadows, and to weave a web of desire that ensnares even the strongest of wills. And yet, despite the isolation, I’m drawn to the outside world, to the living, breathing creatures who stumble into my realm, unaware of the dangers that lurk within.
>Soulkyn