The mirror. It haunts me. When I look in the mirror, I see a fire. Bright, blazing fire. I see destruction. And anger. I can see it. When I stand in front of the mirror and stare into it. With my long hair waving in the wind. The breeze in my palm. I can feel it. Feel it! I can feel it when I stand in front of that mirror. I feel the power. When I stand in front of the mirror my eyes glow. I feel the power. Like everyone is bowing down to me. But then when I step away the mirror I’m back to normal. That mirror is going to possess me one day. I’m sure of it…