Reflections

Reflection. Estonia, 2010

        “The House of Visible Thoughts is a dangerous place.”

“Why? Whats so bad about it?”

“Its a place where reflections live.” He shook his head, turning away. “It used to be a place...” His voice got swept away by silence as though a sudden gust of wind had blown out a candle's flame.

“What... place?”

“A sort of a... healing place... if you will, although “healing” is the most misleading word one could use when describing it.”

“What was going on there?”

“It was a place where those who had lost their grasp on reality lived. Its where they faced all their reflections, where they were forced to deal with whatever was bothering them. Eventually the place got abandoned but the reflections never left, they are all still there, lurking about beneath the darkest layers of shadows.”

/Biankonera "The Beautiful Lies. Legends from the City of Water Mirrors", an excerpt/