Whispers in the Mystic Sphere

In the big shiny box, a voice squeaks softly.

“Who is the fairest of us all?” it asks with a giggle.

The glass shivers; the room fills with foggy giggles only children can hear.

The mirror wants to tell tales of fluffy clouds and whispering winds.

But these tales are wrapped in shadows.

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