the girl was standing in the teacher's abandoned toilet. Continuing to cry, looking at the already stained, dusty and painted mirror. Tears fell on the cracked tiles and echoed through the house. Footsteps were heard from behind and looking in the mirror, you could see the sphinx in the reflection behind her
-what are you crying for, girl? Do you really consider yourself ugly? beauty is an abstract concept....
The Sphinx put a prosthetic hand on her shoulder and bent over -tell me everything the house will hear and so