What can you see?
A human being.
A girl looking at me.
But it's not me.
Who is it?
She has my eyes.
My hair.
My hands.
My body…
She's so sad.
She's screaming at me but …
I can't hear her.
What's wrong?
Who would help her?
Who would save her?
I'm afraid of her.
I don't want to see her anymore.
Why do you show me this?
Stop it …
Stop!
It's not a different person.
I'm the mirror.
All I can show you is your direct reflection.
You just see your feelings.
Fear. Sorrow. Emptiness.
You're a doll of the others.
You mustn't be sad.
Because sadness is not in course.













no... můj názor už znáš :)v tomhle duchu pokračuj ;)