Narcissus
The mirror at home was broken. Behind the broken mirror, there was a person.
I saw myself standing there,
His expression was indifferent, his black pupils were deep, and the blood from his forehead was dripping uncontrollably.
He looked down at me, and I looked up at him.
Somehow,
I wiped the blood from his forehead, and he wiped the tears from my eyes.
He and I share the same roots.
Born in different lives, but under the control of fate,
Mutual growth and integration.
The copy was screenshotted and saved on August 28, 2025.
Intention: tentative
