before she was whole she found herself at the center of a maze. the walls were scorched and burned with the smell of her own ashes, and on the floors were old footsteps and fractured pieces of herself.
she saw a part of her reflection in every piece and the further she delved through the maze the more of herself she found. she could see it there; her hair was long, and dying, her eyes were tired and full of longing, and her chin was quivering.
but she didn't need a mirror to see her hands, and the scars the glass had left upon them. it was there that for once, she saw beauty through her eyes. her palms were steel, and crafted for war.
— you are not your reflection, lee :p
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