Reflections of the past


Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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Yes, it was his room, just as he remembered it. Stefan went to the bed, sat down, rubbed his face with his hands.
But why does all this happen to him only here? The man saw movement out of the corner of his eye and jumped up. A white figure was moving towards him from the mirror.
-Oh no, no! Again! Don’t!- Stefan whispered loudly, looking for something to break the mirror without approaching it. But there was nothing suitable, only a coverlet. He grabbed it and rushed to the mirror and suddenly stopped. The white curtain, fluttered by the wind, was reflected in the mirror.
Stefan sat down wearily on the floor, leaning his head against the bed, grinning.
-But where are you from, I broke you as a child? -he walked over to the mirror.
Surely, Aunt Venera ordered a new one and inserted it into the same frame. Stefan stared for some time at the dark glass that reflected the light of the lamp on the table and threw a cover over it. But he knew the night would be restless. You will probably have nightmares.

Open the door! AlbireoMKG

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