When I look in the mirror, who is looking back at me? I don’t recognise the person in my reflection. I don’t know if I ever have, but sometimes I wonder if I ever will. She has horns where her hair should be, no heart, and when you look into her soul, a black abyss looks back. When she looks back at me through the mirror she looks like a stranger, but there is also something in her that I recognis...
