𝕲𝖔𝖙𝖍🎸

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I hate to pile my personality with one, diversity and volatility are the best solution⚠️

In the far corner of my grandfather’s old attic, where sunlight barely reached through a crack in the wood, there was a black box no longer than an arm’s length. No one ever spoke of it. Even my grandfather, who loved to tell stories, would look away whenever I asked about it. I was fifteen when I decided I didn’t want to be like the others. I didn’t want to accept silence as an answer. I waited until midnight, when everything was still, and climbed up. The attic was colder than usual, as if it knew I was coming. I walked carefully, my eyes locked on the box. There was no lock, no key—just strange carvings I’d never seen before. Circles with eyes inside, upside-down numbers, letters that belonged to no language. I reached out and opened it. No light. No smoke. No sound. Just a small mirror. But it didn’t reflect my face. It showed another face… similar to mine, but with one eye, smiling for no reason. I could’ve sworn I heard a voice inside my head: "You’re late, but you’ve finally come." I screamed. Slammed the box shut. Ran downstairs. The next day, the box was gone from the attic. I never found it again. But sometimes, when I look in the mirror… I see that strange smile. It smiles at me—before I smile.🎃

Dark trance☣️

I'm not running away from reality, just going into my dark imagination as a therapeutic trip. ⚠️

There is a mysterious magic in dreams that end by night☢️