but the moon simply reflects the shine of the stars

by EmptyPromises
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  Look into the mirror.

  Your reflection will be staring back at you, and you will ask, “What’s the difference between me and her? We are the same. We are one.”

  That’s right.

  You are one.

  But look closer now. Do you see how her eyes are shining brighter than yours? Her hair flows down smoothly, her nose is sharper, and her cheekbones are higher. Her lips are the colour of cherry, redder and fuller than yours.

  Her name is Pride.

  You will back away fearfully, denying the truth. You will fight the idea that you are two separate beings. But this is the reflection; this is the beauty of The Other Side. This is the difference between you and her.

  Next to her is her twin.

  And she looks exactly like you: from the hair down to the toes - you and she are completely alike. Her name is Greed. 

  You will shut your eyes, you will insist on believing only one side of the mirror. But you are just like her, your soul, your spirit: you are Greed

  Yet you are two separate stories.

  The Other Side narrates the tale of the star and the moon, and on your side all that can be seen is the moon stealing the star’s song.

  When you look into the mirror now, you can see only yourself. Except this time, you look brighter than before. 

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Ninaelneth  on says about chapter 1:
This is beautiful! I'm awed, honestly. Thanks for writing such an insightful piece. It's really given me something to mull over.

AikaHikari122  on says about chapter 1:
This is amazing!

DiamondPop  on says about chapter 1:
I'm really confused lol
It seems incomplete.....?

byzelo  on says about chapter 1:
Hmm… so Greed decided to take over Pride?

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