The Mirror

No heartbeat, no breath. But still, something stirs, is alive. Shadows mate with shadows to form what lies on the edge of nightmares. This fledgling is like all children and tests its boundaries, stretching and molding its own shape through time. No thoughts, no voice. But still, it speaks, opens its mind to each new experience, to the glimpses of freedom. Gradually, want begins to stir, true desire, and what does one desire most but something just beyond one’s grasp?

Know that when you stare into the darkness, it looks back. And it’s hungry.