A look in the mirror; I see my reflection and gaze at the boy that looks back at me. He looks like he's been through a lot in his time on earth, yet not nearly enough of creation's secrets were learned. The boy in the mirror beckons to him saying, "Come inside and see the world from my eyes," skimming the image, skeptical of shattered glass. Though, I protrude and enter this world of reverse psychology, so beautiful and utterly mystifying. Trailing the sights that yearn to be seen and the alluring aroma of flowers, meanwhile, a tempest materialized. She is beautiful; beauty in her cold skin...like steel.
The boy wonders further, his heart thumping in his chest. Like a siren's song, he was driven to a pair of mirrors facing one another; out in both directions each with a thousand little Julias. "Breathtaking," he pondered. The boy leaned in closer, "Katoptris?"
They stare at me, the reflections I see, euphoric temptations; yet the unnerving sight gave upon my vision of beautiful tempest. Silent bellows who's nature is calm on the eye, as you unknowingly feel her bolts.
Nymphs of the looking glass, swimming in waters of man's true being--giggling as they see my light and my weariness. Then, a tugging in my chest, a splitting shock; Katoptris grabs my attention once more to show a boy leering at me with his deep eyes of deep hazel; expressing its cryptic colors.
The reflection grasps his chest and bestows his fallen heart. I run, I run back the way first ventured finding a river and a coin washed ashore. Iris taunting of my gullibleness; "Fool, you travel among world's deep in trance."
"No... no, I cannot be dreaming!" the boy panicked.
He finds his mirror and jumps in, awakened to face his reflection. "It was all a dream, I knew it," he uttered. He observed himself, only to realize that the battered boy in the mirror was he. “Come visit us again,” the reflection, announced. He said with a squeamish smile; "We are very glad to have you."