Alice’s Journal #3 – The Night of Masks
The Carnival returned tonight. I swear I heard the calliope before I saw the lights.
Every mirror in the house fogged at once. The air tasted like sugar and thunder.
Ronan warned me not to go, but curiosity wears a crown of its own.
The tents were wrong this time—stitched from shadows, humming with otherworldly rhythm.
When I looked into one, I didn’t see myself. I saw six women—fire, frost, storm, silence, soul, and shadow—standing hand-in-hand before a sky of breaking glass.
Then the mirror cracked and they were gone.
Reader Prompt: If you glimpsed a version of yourself from another world, would you step through or turn away?
Every mirror in the house fogged at once. The air tasted like sugar and thunder.
Ronan warned me not to go, but curiosity wears a crown of its own.
The tents were wrong this time—stitched from shadows, humming with otherworldly rhythm.
When I looked into one, I didn’t see myself. I saw six women—fire, frost, storm, silence, soul, and shadow—standing hand-in-hand before a sky of breaking glass.
Then the mirror cracked and they were gone.
Reader Prompt: If you glimpsed a version of yourself from another world, would you step through or turn away?
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