I still can't tell what color those eyes were.
I don't know if I'm buying a story, a history of silence, or a magic mirror that projects desire and the demon behind it;
"Do you know why they called me Ghost on the battlefield?
"Because I only exist in their fearful imaginations. "
I am afraid, I see myself in the mirror;
The person in the mirror is smiling at me.
Intention: Faced with desire, I should perish.