Glimmer.
Shine.
What is it…? A mirror?
Blackness.
Void.
What is a mirror doing in a place like this…?
Smooth.
Clean.
Why am I not reflecting…?
Glimmer.
Shine.
Who is that? Who are you?
Reflection.
Echo.
You are not me, but you are. What does that make you?
Glimmer.
Shine.
You are me. I am you.
Yellow.
Black.
White.
We are like light is to shadow.
Glass.
Clear.
But we are each other. I love you.
My echo.
My reflection.
As long as I am here, you are too.
Glimmer.
Shine.
This cannot change, can it not?
Crash
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