There has always been the story of the child the villagers tricked into carrying an armour made of mirrors.
The young child learned to carry the heavy weight and polish the lenses in every interaction.
But the child was studying inside; drawing the sound of connections between every shape and colour the mirrors reflected.
The day came and the child was ready to rid itself of the heavy armour.
The villagers were scared.
The shadows on the walls of the cave had always roared loudly.
Having never realised they were mirrors themselves, they couldn’t tell they weren’t alone.
But the child had studied the essence of every soul; and found love.
So it showed them what love looked like.
The Laughter of Time 