I looked upon the broken mirror and I see a stranger – a stranger that looks exactly like me. I am holding my old lamp and she is too. I can't clearly see her face but I can feel that she's looking at me intently, like I'm an art and she's my painter. But no, she's a writer. I don't know what she was thinking but there's a smile on her face, a smile I can't name nor erased. I touched her and she touched me but I feel nothing. I stared at her blank face and seek her eyes to see what's inside. I'm petrified as I see, she doesn't have eyes – a writer with no sight.
Out of fear, I close my eyes tight. "This is a dream..this is a dream.." I recite.
For the first time, she spoke to me. "You are a sea," she whisper but sound like a yell to my ear. "You are deep and infinite."
"W-Who are you?" I asked in a fearful and shaky voice.
"You are fathomless," she added. "Don't be too shallow for them, be vast and furious. Show to them your madness."
"But they will call me crazy," I exclaim, my eyes still tightly close.
"Anyone could appreciate the beauty of the sea, but not everyone are brave enough to dive and see what's in the deep of it."
I processed her statement in the back of my head. "Anyone could appreciate your piece, but no one dared to understand the meaning behind of it," I mumbled.
Even I can't see her, I can feel her satisfied smile because of what I said. "And when they can't totally comprehend your words fully, they make a conclusion for themselves and labeled you as a crazy sea."
I flinched as she held my hand – it's so cold, like a frozen one.
"Now that you can feel me, I'll entrusted to you my words." She made me hold a metal thing to my hand.
I immediately open my eyes to see her once again. But there's no one in front of me, I see a broken mirror and nothingness. I looked for her, everywhere - anywhere.
"You are a corpse," I concluded.
"Sshhh..." she hushed me from nowhere. "Write with your closed eyes, feel everything even you can't see them – be a blind, deep, messy writer. Make me proud, milady."
"Who are you?" I bravely asked once again.
"You knew me, right from the very start," a voice from the air said. "I am the lady in your dream," she metaphorically introduced.
"The lady in my dream.." I slowly whisper to myself, staring at the pen I am holding.
