A Temporary Forever
Layers of dust now caked the once-polished glossy plain of glass. Months upon months of neglect had camouflaged not simply the mirror, but the entirety of its abode as well. An ambiance of stagnant silence obscured the little left of a former place of living with a sole skylight perched as if in defiance high up on the wall. Its panes had ceded transparency, yet still retained a level of translucence just enough to allow a single intrepid sun beam to venture into the reign of gloom and grime. It seeped through, and headed straight for the alluring matte maze of dust accumulated on the mirror. Perplexed at the odd reluctance of the glass to comply with the ray’s claim and simultaneously deeply intrigued by the fortuitous opportunity to challenge itself, the sun beam dove into meticulous exploration. Speck by speck, it poured over the surface to triumph with the projection of the most peculiar patterns on the floor. Brimming with sheer joy, the sun beam now painted exquisite sha
