Fire. Pain. Truth. Ending. The mirror knows. The mirror lives.

Ashes fall around me. My knees lay in the invisible cracks. Sweaty hands grip the object in front of me. No light reflects off its center. Clouds block the heavens.

When I look in the mirror I see me. A twisted, distorted, bone chilling glimmer grows on my face. The thing.. the part of me in front of me is my truth. I had hidden from it. As we all do. Untill we eventually come to the conclusion. The acceptance.

All monsters are human