“The face in the mirror was mine once more. Only now, my features were contorted in fear, and my dark eyes—wide with terror-had gone glassy.
my strange charcoal eyes were special, beautiful even-a dark window to the soul beneath.
But as I glanced back into the looking glass, the reflection of my black eyes flickering to that bright, eerie yellow, I had to wonder... whose soul was it?
The Nightmare's? Or mine?”
— Oct 16, 2025 12:58PM
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