When I was fifteen, I woke up one day and found a mirror had been placed in my room. It was not large, and it had a black frame. When I looked into it, I did not see my own reflection. Instead, I saw the face of a girl as lovely as the new day!
She, like me, was coming out of childhood, and she, like me had a mirror. I couldn’t see what she was seeing, but I could watch her every movement.
Who was she? Where was she? I wanted to find her.