I watched the old woman die of heart attack. She had a good life. It was time to find a new entertainment. Yes. This is what I do for a living. Watch other people live, die, grow old, find love and have families. Meanwhile I, stay here, through the looking glass. At least that's what I call it. I don't know who my parents are, what i look like, or what my name is. So I just named myself. Really. Seriously.
My name is Caya and my dream, mission, desire and lust.
Is to cross over to the real world.
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FantasySomehow. There has always been a looking glass, for people who were trapped on a side, that may not even exist. Somehow, Caya had always been there. Waiting. Looking at lives. She couldn't see herself. All she could do was watch couples or families...