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点击复制Mirrors towered along the terrace
their surfaces cold as lunar jade
Every pane seized a fragment of my face
shifting with breaths I could not hear
Light fractured over polished edges
revealing truths I never wished to meet
Reflections multiplied into nameless crowds
each one carrying a fault I once denied
Hands trembled upon the nearest frame
its glass recording every hidden tremor
Eyes inside the mirror watched me closely
unforgiving in their ancient silence
Rage gathered beneath my ribs
heavy as forgotten armor
A bruise shaped itself along my memory
darkening with each unspoken regret
Steps carried me deeper into the hall
where air thickened with discarded sorrow
Shadows twisted along the floor
weaving stories I had failed to end
Breath tightened with each revelation
narrowing my sight to narrow wounds
A pulse flickered behind my ear
echoing the weight I refused to drop
One mirror remained untouched by dust
its surface dim nearly mortal
A younger version of myself waited inside
palms open shoulders unscarred
No anger clung to that child
no bitterness shaped their outline
A quiet plea lingered in those eyes
asking for a gentleness I had forgotten
Knees weakened beneath the flood of memory
the body bending without command
Tears threatened in the space between breaths
unwelcome guests returning with purpose
A crack appeared across the nearest glass
thin as a hair sharp as a vow
Light bent through the fracture
painting a path through my ruin
The hall shivered from its roots
mirrors trembling with ancient fatigue
Several images blurred at once
losing form like smoke escaping fire
Hate faltered inside my chest
robbed of the certainty it once claimed
Silence seeped through my bones
filling the places fury had ruled
Feet turned toward the terrace door
leaving echoes behind in gentle retreat
Cold air swept across my shoulders
lifting remnants of past burdens
The sky opened its vast expanse
wide enough to carry unrecorded stories
Breath deepened without strain
drawing life rather than judgment
The mirrors dimmed as distance widened
each reflection fading into quiet dusk
No image followed with accusation
no ghost demanded explanation
The terrace surrendered me to the horizon
free of the weight I brought within
Hatred sank beyond recognition
lost in a hall that no longer needed me