All the masks drop. Will I be afraid of what I will see in the mirror? Will I be afraid of the power I was given? Can you see the reflection of what’s real? Maybe I will walk through the mirror and discover the world I always dreamt about. They are waiting for me to find the key.
Shadows came to visit from the other side. I wasn’t sure which one was real, which just a dream. And now I’m thinking, does it even matter? Visions only matter if we give them importance. Visions in flesh and smoke.