She stood in front of the mirror, lightly touching its cool ..
Added 2024-11-04 13:22:39 +0000 UTCShe stood in front of the mirror, lightly touching its cool surface with her fingertips. The reflection came to life in front of her, as if the mirror did not just show her image, but breathed with her. Her eyes, deep as autumn lakes, looked into the dark depths of the glass, as if searching for answers to unasked questions. Every feature - the gentle curve of the lips, the slight lifting of the eyebrows, the graceful oval of the face - seemed to be woven from the thinnest threads of light and shadow.
The light of the lamp, falling from the side, painted reflections on her face, played with her hair, creating the feeling that she is part of this world and at the same time something else, almost distant, unusual. She smiled at her reflection, and the mirror responded in kind, as if the smile was a charm that locked away all her innermost thoughts and feelings in a single look.
But behind this refined beauty, in the intricate web of shadows and reflections, there was a mystery. The reflection was alive, but there was a special silence in it - like water that keeps secrets from prying eyes. And perhaps it was at this moment that she understood: beauty is not in the contours of the face or in the reflection, but in the depth, in the strength of her own soul, which even a mirror could not hide 🫣
