Warping

The mirror is crafted of a smoky glass that gives me a new pallor, manipulates my hair colour and warps my clothes.

I don’t recognize myself right now.

I step away, to the normal clear mirror. Too late, my mind has been tricked, the mirrors lying.

I don’t recognize myself.

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