My VisDare entry this week.
The lantern she carried had been alight for as long as she could remember. But she had forgotten everything that she once recalled.
Emerging through the mirror at the end of the tunnel she was inside a chamber again. It was probably not the same room, or she had aged a hundred years.
Crossing barefoot on the soft carpet, she went to the mirror on the other side, and once again she was inside a tunnel.
February 7, 2013