Who Speaks To My Mirror

· ЂФ·ЊУЂ · Until eventually I could no longer bear this absolute silence and dejection anymore, and I began to speak with my thoughts about myself and my past. Who Speaks To My Mirror · ЂФ·ЊЛЖ·Ф · I kept spinning and spinning this carousel. I kept repeating myself until I finally no longer believed in what I had been telling and trying to persuade myself of all these antiquated times until the tunnel in Neverwhere began to speak to me. And the unheard-of question began to germinate in me: where does the voice in my mind come from? Where Am I? · Л·ФЧФ · After persuading myself for so many ages that I didn't exist at all, that I had never existed, I only desired and yearned for one thing: to take a look at myself. And Ever Forever · Л·ФЧЂ·Ф · I was curious as to who this creature was, that never even existed. I wanted to know what it looked like, to whom these beautiful, unique, introspective thoughts belonged. And that's when I got the idea to tell you a story. An Unheard-of, Fabulous Story · Л·ФЧЂ·Ђ · I listened to myself and envisioned myself to be a different being in a different world. I felt myself to be the most beautiful of all creatures that had never existed. I imagined myself to be the reflection in my mirror. I imagined myself to be you.