Such a small dainty mirror and its sole purpose is to show the reflection of its owner. He has never been fond of mirrors, considering the constant reminder of his curse body that can never age. One slip to the ground and it would shatter into pieces. Then it would be sweep away into nothingness. The art ponders on it briefly, but decides not to. Something about it is odd.. As if it is calling out to him.
Humpty Dumpty warily grasps the handle and holds it up to his pretty face. It is not him that he sees, but of another. A man that is similar to him in facial features, however, his hair is white and both his eyes are red (unlike his). He furrows his eyebrows in confusion and taps on the glass to see if it is a trick of some sorts.
What sort of mirror was this? The man or woman on the side looked just as confused as himself. It seems they both didn’t expect the mirror to show another person in the reflection. “I wonder who made this mirror.” Michael lifted the mirror up, taking the almost elegant features of the other in. Who were they?
The only thing he could think of where this came from was the world where the gods used to reside. The angels who were searching for valuables must have found it and locked it with heaven’s treasures.
He stood from his chair, keeping the mirror at an angle so the other wouldn’t notice the white wings in the background. No one was to know what he is, especially if it’s someone on the other side of a mirror. Who knows what they could be.
