Once there was a board, a billboard hanging on the door. Years before that board, there was a mirror. The mirror was expected to remain the length of the breaths taken in the house.
One day the mirror was kicked, and its one might presence that could unveil the world, and the things behind it, showing them directly in front of someone; all of that was gone, and now smaller, deadlier pieces of a time once grand, now a moment scattered around a universe, and each one could have its destinied made any time it wants, but for now, the whole of existence is to centered outside the mirror.
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