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Arida Vortex - The Ghost of the Mirror
In the depths of mirrors, a movement stirs,
Silver ripples across the surface.
In games with the world of reflections,
One can only lose.
You will see for yourself:
Without you,
This world would be cleaner,
Without you,
It would be just a simple game.
In the silver,
Scattered and shimmering, you seek the light,
But you only find pain.
A sigh of the heavens and the darkness of the earth –
You are captivated by a vision,
You flit along the edge,
Beyond which lies eternal sleep.
How blind you were.
Without you,
This world would be cleaner,
Without you,
It could be a little brighter.
Mirrors,
Shattering, tear apart the thread
Of your life's shadow.
You could have flown,
Approached the gates of heaven,
But with each time, the threads
Of life become shorter.
You could have flown,
But now you can no longer spread your wings,
And your path in life is not yet finished.
