The mirror of self

The dull, mottled hues filter through the screen behind me, the mirror in front cast in a ghostly, other-wordly shape of pale. My mind reeled as I stared into the nightmare vision within my mind’s eye.

Reflecting, I meditate on the recent happenings. Strange feelings came unbidden, transmuting from a memory to the present, the future to the past. I needed to get away if only for a short while.

With that – I dived into my Nemesis-class Stealth Bomber and headed off to find a dark, lonely place to brood and reflect.

Now I return, my path laid out and many truths discovered. With that knowledge I am stronger.


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