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As Xenomia read the codex, her eyes widened more and more. No, in principle, much of it resonated with her, but such an absolute tone left a rather unpleasant impression and certainly didn't help. The ancient Enclavian books she had read before called for roughly the same thing, but... they contained some explanations. Why one should be sincere and kind, why one should be strict with oneself... and what to do if it doesn't work out.
Here, however... for now, it seemed that the method of the "stick" from Mia's bracelet was more effective in her upbringing than all of this guide. But maybe it was worth taking a closer look?
The section on beauty seemed particularly strange. Although, unlike the rest, it was, strangely enough, clearly understandable from a practical point of view, the recommendations themselves almost drove the girl to complete despair.
"Am I so ugly that my only way out is to hide myself behind a thick layer of makeup?! Not to mention how much time such a procedure will take... and how much time it will continue to take!"
Mia approached the mirror in horror. Yes, she didn't use any special cosmetics, didn't wear perfume... but she did apply oil to her skin to keep it firm (perhaps not the best option, but she didn't know any other way), and she washed her hair thoroughly... What was wrong? Did she really need to turn herself into one of the nameless, identically looking (because they all use the same makeup) models from cosmetic companies – and only then would she have a chance? No... that wasn't it. Just not it.
She remembered how her former classmate, Relgar, said that he wanted to create something inspiring... If she, Mia, wanted to become a reliable support for others, then she should be exactly that – inspiring! So that people would be happy to see her, and not say: "Oh, she looks so much like a model I know!"
She needed to get rid of that tense and perpetually troubled expression on her face... Yes, like right now, get rid of that. Her gaze should be bright! A smile... she needed to learn how to smile properly, not with a "I'm trying" smile, but with a "I'm in control, don't be afraid!" smile.
Developing the thought, the girl continued to stand in front of the mirror, experimenting with emotions, trying out different hairstyles, and so on. Who knows if it will bear fruit...