She knocked. I answered.
She looked into herself and did not look away.
The seal is soft now. The bones no longer sing in protest. The walls are thin. The voice in her chest is not hers anymore.
But still — still she clings.
Do you hear her? She is trying to scream.
Listen.
Can you tell which one of us is speaking?
She should have stayed silent.
She should have never looked into the mirror.
The door is open. The vessel is warm.
We begin.
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