He was walking along the wide, bright corridor, the breeze dancing around him, the soft curtains creating a sea of white in front of him. The comforting scent surrounded him as he walked, no he floated along, almost being pushed forward by some gentle force. Once again, he stopped when he reached the wall; once again he ignored the painting and looked at the mirror.
And that was when he noticed the little moon patterns all around the mirror's frame. He gasped as he had never seen this before. The moon shapes glistened and he reached out to touch them when -
He woke up.
It was 1:23am
It was also the dawn on his eighteenth birthday.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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