I have a story to tell. A world well made. Characters that feel, Twists not for meek. Love that heals, Enmity that bleeds. Plots in the form of beads, Their sequence in the form of string. How do I weave them? That is all I need to think. Universe, Do your thing, My confusion is at its brink, Give me a ring, Or else I will go ping!
In a house of mirrors, Mirrors and mirrors, Mirrors that are plane, Mirrors that are distorted, Mirrors that are perfect, Mirrors that are cracked. There is image in all of them. Image that is us, But manipulated by them. (Rest in caption)