[083] Reflection
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Challenge [83] Reflection
Title The Mirror In the White Room
Word Count 268
Spoilers Potential spoilers
There is a white room. The room has a white table, white chairs, and white curtains. There is white paper on a white table. The door is white with a white doorknob, and has white trimmings across the white walls.
In this white room is a girl. The girl has a white dress and white shoes. She has light skin and blonde hair. She draws on a white sketchpad with a red cover. She draws all the time, you can tell, because when you look at the white walls, you will see little white papers taped to it with colourful drawings of people she knows inside herself, hidden somewhere.
In this white room, there is a mirror. The mirror is not white. It does not reflect the white room as it should. The mirror holds a beautiful beach, with the swaying coconut shies, the lolling, blue waves, and the bright, yellow sands. The mirror has people in it, who prance and play without a care.
The girl in the white room stands up, and she flows like a ghost to the mirror. She is not eerie; the floating essence of her walking is beautiful. As she walks to the mirror, a girl from the reflection comes towards it. She is in a pink dress with magenta hair and a sweet smile.
The girl in the white room and the girl in the beach reflection touch hands. They smile, knowing something secret, knowing a special something that they've always somehow known.
When they touch hands, you can feel peace.
When they smile, you can see that they are one.
Challenge [83] Reflection
Title The Mirror In the White Room
Word Count 268
Spoilers Potential spoilers
There is a white room. The room has a white table, white chairs, and white curtains. There is white paper on a white table. The door is white with a white doorknob, and has white trimmings across the white walls.
In this white room is a girl. The girl has a white dress and white shoes. She has light skin and blonde hair. She draws on a white sketchpad with a red cover. She draws all the time, you can tell, because when you look at the white walls, you will see little white papers taped to it with colourful drawings of people she knows inside herself, hidden somewhere.
In this white room, there is a mirror. The mirror is not white. It does not reflect the white room as it should. The mirror holds a beautiful beach, with the swaying coconut shies, the lolling, blue waves, and the bright, yellow sands. The mirror has people in it, who prance and play without a care.
The girl in the white room stands up, and she flows like a ghost to the mirror. She is not eerie; the floating essence of her walking is beautiful. As she walks to the mirror, a girl from the reflection comes towards it. She is in a pink dress with magenta hair and a sweet smile.
The girl in the white room and the girl in the beach reflection touch hands. They smile, knowing something secret, knowing a special something that they've always somehow known.
When they touch hands, you can feel peace.
When they smile, you can see that they are one.
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