Somewhere out there a broken mirror stands. One shard for the reflected past, the other for the images that are.
Somehow that mirror feels it and hopelessly tries to correct the very fact in the middle of nowhere with nothing and no one to help the absurd case.
Some wish for the mirror to be complete once more but it cannot be, it will never be.
It is wrong in itself but little can be done.
There is of course still intact the crystal of the images that are and the ideas that will be.
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