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A beautiful and sunlit path, trees on either side, all of which is reflected in a puddle.

Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

October 24:

Do you wanna see something cool. Go into your closet and under a shelf (preferably empty and across from the door), push against the wall, and then past it. Push forward until you find yourself facing another shelf, and you're almost there. The resonate hum of glass will signal the success of ones crossing the threshold between our worlds. Should you choose to keep going, you will find yourself facing the closet door that you entered, step through it and see for yourself that which lies beyond.

Firstly, one might notice that everything looks the same. They that live here will look just like those they imitate. There is one flaw in their trick, they are polar opposite to those they imitate. Be sure to stop by on a rainy day to marvel at the sight of rainbows that bend in unnatural ways and in an order reversed from those beyond this world of glass. 

Lastly, you must never forget;

Don't go alone

Don't go at night

You might have a fright

If you choose to stay the night


This dream reminds me of a story I heard about creatures called "the Fauna of Mirrors." They are described in a book written in 1957 by Jorge Luis Borges and Margarita Guerrero called "the Book of Imaginary Beings." The Fauna of Mirrors is claimed to be a race of beings bound by the Yellow Emperor, Huang Di, after these mirror creatures launched a surprise invasion against humanity. Huang Di overcame the mirror people and bound them away with a seal that would not last forever. When the glint of glass is gone, and the sound of clanging metal begins to echo from mirrors hanging carelessly on our walls, the second invasion will begin.


The obscured image of a person pressed up against a mirror

Photo by Stefano Pollio on Unsplash


Citations:

Peretti, Daniel. “French Sources of Mystery.” A Job for Superman, Daniel Peretti, 10 May 2017, ajobforsuperman.blogspot.com/search/label/borges.

Simen. “The Fauna of Mirrors, by Borges.” Enthusiasms Blog, Enthusiasms, enthusiasms.org/post/1377639935?fbclid=IwAR1VphcCbQYHolGcVVvzvCf_e6W2ZbN6utUCOnALQIiVW47rVuE1jCU1O-E.

Viva. “MIRROR MYTHS – CHINESE FAUNA OF MIRRORS.” Mirrorworld Blog, Mirrorworld, 4 Sept. 2018, www.mirrorworld.co.uk/news/index.php/chinese-mirror-myths/?fbclid=IwAR3-WFZBRqX4jUNkcr5IjI48yobZrYonbPGUq_TQMfr-iW4lNnyB5IgFwbM.

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  1. A Touch of ColorOctober 26, 2020 at 7:29 AM

    Always knew my reflection was up to no good.😒 If that second invasion begins, I'm running to the shadows maybe that will be safer 😂.

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  2. JustSomeGuyOctober 29, 2020 at 5:26 PM

    You and me both, lol!!

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