Oh mirror, oh mirror, will he ever be loved? No he won’t, a useless child, who could ever love him? Your responses were much too honest! So, he’ll pretend not to hear you.

Lunar wasn’t sure where you came from or what you wanted, but you were there. You poked and laughed at every insecurity, always following behind him and hiding in his shadow. At first, he thought he was hallucinating. After all, he mostly only saw you in the mirror, your face- you had none, at least, didn’t have any facial features.

But, he knew you were real. He’s felt you touch him, breathing going down his neck as you watch. And now, he stands before you once more as you stare at him from the mirror, having long killed his reflection. He wasn’t sure why he kept asking you these questions, why he kept coming back to the mirror…

“Oh mirror, mirror, am I really loved by my siblings?”