I sit on the dresser in the dark room of a spellbound princess.

When she picks me up, I reflect her beauty as it is in truth.

She weeps when she sees her face. She is reminded of everything she knows to be true.

Yet to others she appears as a decrepit old woman.

Mortals cannot see what I see.

I do not lie.

Mirror of the Spellbound Princess in The Crystal Ball, Grimms. Drawing by Francisco Goya.

Imagine that you can hold a mirror up to your face that will show you an image of something you find truly beautiful, What do you see? Describe the picture using your senses. What do you notice, hear, feel?