The Kingdom Of Mirrors
You look around. All you see is your dim reflection in the mirrors surrounding you. How did you get here? You don't remember coming here personally. There is only one question bouncing off of the mirrors, Who else is here?
You look around. All you see is your dim reflection in the mirrors surrounding you. How did you get here? You don't remember coming here personally. There is only one question bouncing off of the mirrors, Who else is here?
Imagine being fifteen years old with your first crush, wanting your first kiss. Now imagine constantly having nightmares where you die. If those nightmares came to life, would you survive?