I looked into The Mirror, and it seemed the mirror looked into me, and behind it, within it, lay another world.
My vision carried me in and out, from detail to the full wide globe of this place. It was full of small creatures, most of which were insects, but the
predominant species walked on its back legs, was wingless, fleshy and mostly soft.
My own eye looked back at me, hung in the sky like a three-quarter moon, silvery and cold and watching. I was the black void night itself; all manner
of worlds enfolded in my wings.
Strange that such pathetic little creatures would be shown to me in this frame. I was, frankly, offended. They built all those tall towers and
squat...boxes, and I supposed that showed some intelligence?
That they craved the light was apparent. Everything was lit up in the dark - patches of the planet glowed like molten gold, so much so I licked my
lips and ran my tongue across my teeth with desire.
Some vague and distant memory of eons past niggled the back of my sizable brain, and I found a name for them: humans. Ah, yes. This was the world of
men. So this was what became of them since the Splitting of the World.
I could even see my own world seeping into theirs in places; little swirls of chaos and odd happenings, vortexes where the Old Folk, the Fey, the
Pooka and the Ogre, and even a Dragon, could slip in and make mischief.
Why, I wondered, would this mirror show me such an image? All mirrors merely reflect the self, and this one, though it showed the Soul more than the
body, was no different. What had men to do with me?
As I gazed in confusion, I realized, that within this world of puny, edible folk I did see my glorious self - at least among a very few of them - for
there were hordes of riches clinging to the fingers of a few, not caring for the scarcity that stalked the others like hungry wolves; yes, they loved
gold, and gems and they dripped with it, killed for it, sang of it, held it in their hearts, and sat upon it and ate it with their desserts. These
were indeed my kin, my own reflection, and this world was indeed my soul. To think, the world of men was ruled by Dragons, after all! It made me
smile, the gleam of my teeth showing briefly to the world for those with eyes to see it.
I noticed then, a woman looking intently up at my moon-eye. I saw her shudder, and walk briskly away, hunched and clutching her arms, my vision
sticking into her back. Her dreams, most certainly, would be of Dragons…
Thank you for reading!
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