Level 5

The Mirror Room

It made no sense. First, she was here to visit her sick Aunt and next she was here. Standing to... Praocan. Wait...it was even more nonsensical that she knew this creature's name.

You need some time...to take this in. said Praocan, but it came out in a more question-like way.

Yes. insisted Florence.

Mirror Room? You need to talk to yourself? offered Praocan.

Maybe she could take a look....

Okay. she responded without even thinking twice.

Come on. Praocan urged her forward with a hand gesture...or should she say, feet gesture, because Praocan looked more like an insect. And insects don't have hands, so...

Ah, well. She trailed after Praocan further into the brightness.

Slowly, the brightness dimmed and faded, and she found herself in a corridor. She drew in a shaky breath. Thousands of creatures were walking around, doing their buisness. God knows what they do in... this world. And she was the only human.

Relax. assured Praocan. They can't see you... unless you're ready for them too.

Florence let out a breath in relief. She wasn't ready...yet. Might never be. Praocan walked on. The walls, the floor tiles, the decor, they were simply appealing. In this corridor, the walls were a creamy tea green, and the floor was oakwood. The curtains of the windows were thin and teal in colour. Swirly white furniture seemed to be the theme and there were vases of Lavender everywhere. The scent was certainly calm and relaxing.

Florence and Praocan reached a a grand wooden door with a bronze door knob complete with a serpent brass knocker. Whoa.

Ready? Praocan shot Florence a questioning look. Well...if creatures could shoot people questioning looks, that is...

Florence bit her lip. Yes?

And so the door creaked wide open.

The Mirror Room looked as grand as Florence expected. Maybe even more. The Mirror Room was a floor of rich, persian carpet. It really was breathtaking. The ceilings were carved with birds, clouds, butterflies and phoenixes. And the walls surrounding us were just mirror panels. Everywhere.

She turned around to face Praocan for furthur explanation but Praocan was gone.

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"Praocan?" She tried but there was no reply.

She turned to the room now. "Hello?" She called. As if someone will answer, she scoffed at herself.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Didn't Praocan say that it reflects her personality instead? What, how did she say it again?...Her inner self?

Instead, she saw a pair of dark brown eyes looking back at her, her own. It was simply her reflection. Her hair cascaded down her back, thick, the colour of ebony and a little wavy. Her skin, ironically, was as fair as snow, her eyebrows thick and defined. Her lips were raspberry red, just perfect for her skintone, really. She was such a doll.

She spent so much time, immersed in staring at herself, not that she was very vain- her mother had taught her not to put looks before the heart- she heard someone clear her throat.

"Hello." The soft, gentle, melodious voice... it was hers! The reflection-well, not anymore-'s lips were moving as the voice sounded.

Florence shuddered.

There was a tinkling laugh. Again, it sounded just like hers. What are you thinking, she thought to herself. Of course, that girl was you.