In my house, there is a mirror. It hangs on the wall above a disused fireplace in a room that is, more often than not, empty.
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Persephone wandered into Hell accidentally. Stumbled, actually, her feet tripping over the entangled vines that clawed their way out of the pit, gasping for sunlight and redemption.
She stared into the void before her. The void stared back.
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