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So, it made sense. Wasn't that the point? To make the jigsaw pieces fit? Not just the shape, but the colours, too. That's why blank-faced puzzles are so hard, because you're only given one dimension and no one's that awesome with nuance.
Light travels at a finite speed. The stars are older than the planet; the mirror's image is already in the past. Mirror self, if you could hear, if I could speak into the past and let you listen; would you listen? Or maybe I did speak. Maybe I ever heard that whisper on the wind, that warning. But I didn't heed it. After all, only lunatics listen to voices that can't possibly exist.
Light travels at a finite speed. The stars are older than the planet; the mirror's image is already in the past. Mirror self, if you could hear, if I could speak into the past and let you listen; would you listen? Or maybe I did speak. Maybe I ever heard that whisper on the wind, that warning. But I didn't heed it. After all, only lunatics listen to voices that can't possibly exist.