The forest was dimly illuminated by
a full moon despite the cover of night.
In the distance, my eye caught an unfamiliar
object reflecting the silver moonlight.
As I grew near, I realized it was a tall mirror
standing upright in the dirt as if it were a tree.
I met my reflection and studied my face, but
something was strange—it was not entirely me.
I turned my head to the side, but my
reflection did not imitate my motion.
Instead, it stared forward and suddenly
appeared overcome with strong emotion.
“I’ve been waiting to talk to you,”
she said, “ever since your sister died.
Now that your other half is gone, it’s time you
learn to replenish that missing piece from inside.”
I lowered my head, for though she did not
explicitly say it, I knew what she meant.
“You’re right,”
