trapped.

they stare at their shadow, a quicksilver reflection, trapped inside a gateway to a fantastical world of myths and glass sculptors. only a contract, the demon whispers, can grant a mortal this dream. to be immersed in the cushions of safety, aware but unaware of eternity—who would dare be the first to show their back?
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