Glancing into the antique mirror, you glimpse a fleeting vision of your younger, childish self. As you watch, the youthful version of thyself slips an eye backwards to see if you are witnessing her progress. Recognizing the valley littered with wilted rose petals, your breathing grows labored, you know the final destination that you run towards. The frayed ends of the rope bridge sway over the nearly bottomless drop, awaiting your arrival. Plush fur of your guide brushes against your calf, sparking memories of that fateful day....
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