I stared at this mirror reflecting a face so unfamiliar that I felt goosebumps crawl watching him imitate the same actions as mine.

Long black hair. Golden eyes. A pale face I’d never imagine myself being young again.

I was not as tired anymore.

No more pain below the spine.

The dark thoughts was still in power.

The questions of how I was here was not important: It was only a dream.

Only terrible things that can’t be explained happen there.

There was so many showing no response all around me, there on the floor laying on their sides.

They were all young too.

I’m afraid they were dead.

I was a failure, but I still hoped my attempts would be of any help.

So I performed any thought that seemed useful and made sense in hopes of finding life in at least one of them.

I found a hole in the middle of the boys throat and blood trails leaking from it.

I counted 30 children including those who did not have all their body together.

When I saw the statue of a creature in the middle of the room.

Some form of beast impersonating a human expression.

I had this thought rush into my head with fragmented memories of events I never had.

One sentence of a voice in my head answered the uncomfortable pain raging in my body as I understood where I’ve seen something familiar to this evil before.

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[They were sacrificed.]

I stared to the floor and shut down.

All that new found energy I felt before was gone and I closed my eyes and prayed for the dead in hopes that if there was another life out there.

They were born somewhere far better than here.

A sudden memory of me finding an exit out this place probed me to follow it through, but I thought about the children more than the escape.

I could not leave them even if though I knew I could.

Something got a hold on me after I made the decision to stay behind with this reoccurring notion that who ever killed them would return and do the same to me too.

It did not concern me what terrible things I’d experience.

I had this vision of what I could do when I saw a violet light and a dark figure standing by my side.

It was almost as if I was experiencing the future. All I did was to imitate those visions I saw.

I reached out my hand and imagined something that would take care of my worries and show mercy in the way it would help them.

I felt like the magic I saw in that vision wasn’t manifesting because I imitated him.

The violet glow I saw in his hands was not appearing in the way I thought it would.

I believed It was because I was not him.

So I stopped and cried softly because I understood that everything I thought would never happen, but I tried and tried again.

The vision would never fade.

It was sinking in that I was avoiding reality again.

The children are dead. They were killed by someone and if I stayed here I would not know what happens after.

Miracles do not exist, but I’m still here even if I understood.

I had died.

So I tried one more time and more times after.

I stood in front of them and watched the vision of the boy awakening this violet power, but maybe I saw a dream where my deluded thoughts worked and became real.

All I could do was have faith something would work and imitate everything I saw in that illusion, but there was this dark figure by that boy.

A creature with violet eyes I know he could not see standing by his side invisibly.

When I look behind myself. It was only the statue of some creature the children were sacrificed for.

Maybe the best option was to just walk away.

My mind would not allow that.

So I focused on the vision of the boy until my eyes could not stay on his magic anymore.

I kept imitating him even when at times I knew it wasn't worth anything.

I think it would have been far better if I had gone mad.