[NOTE | Gender: Non-Binary - ( They/Them | She/Her | He/Him | any pronouns )]

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   “I want to see it once more...

   There was once a certain illusion I saw in a mirror I once knew so well. There were a pair of crimson coloured irises accompanied by only their reflection.

   The two eyes remained still, not once blinking in the short amount of time they had stayed, staring directly at me and no one but... Me.

   All I can remember from the day I was born are a few memories, forged encounters which I have never experienced in my forgotten existence. Recollections which didn’t belong to... Me.

   In all honesty... Who am I? To whom do these memories belong, I wonder. They are certainly not mine, and yet... Here they dwell, inside this small room where I sit.

   Ever reminded of these fabricated crimson irises, which replayed once and again, a thousand times has such a memory been showcased inside my small mind...

   And yet still I can’t reach any conclusion other than... My complete existence has always been, and will always remain controlled by those same eyes.

   Living in this small room, I remember a dream I once had, a tremendously vivid one...

   A red carpet had been laid before my feet, which guided me towards a single opening on a darkened wall, one that seemed to advance further with every step I took.

   In an instant, I was thrown into a world I did not know existed.

   On the other side of the gap I found a reflection... My reflection...

   Silky brown hair covered my back, braided into thick braids on each side of my head which beautifully framed my cherry red eyes.

   Standing before me was a little girl dressed in fancy, frilly clothing... Who was this person I had never seen? Could it be... Me?

   I recall lifting my small hand and touching my own cheek. Such a gesture engraved itself onto my memory.

   The soft texture of my skin, the free and effortless movement I had made to raise my hand made me realize I could move.

   Such a strange sensation of empowerment filled my soul and body, leading me to a feeling of excitement which led my imagination astray.

   I was... Not only was I real, I was alive! That little girl reflected on the mirror was me and I could breathe, and live!

   Life dwelled inside my body and yet...

   As I turned my head to look outside, the same light which had peeked into my small room had blinded me once again, leaving me inside my old room where I... Stayed...

   Deprived of senses, deprived of a sensation I once knew as 'life'... I stayed.

   Please... Show me the light... I want to see it once more, I want to...

   ... Live.”

— Pocket Mirror ( AstralShift, 2016 )

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Clairvoyance is a gentle and mysterious being who's rarely seen, but sees all.

It is said that locking eyes with any of their eyes will leave you with a feeling of hyperawareness for days.

They saw you sweep that dust under the rug, but they won't do anything about it.

Yet.

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