It stands still, staring into its reflection in a window. Everywhere it passes, it can see its pale shell reflected off every shining surface, as if a ghost was following. Here, the image is clearer than everāby some ill providence or trick of the light, it sees itself in full.
In the time since arriving, its strength has begun to return, its wounds to heal. But still, there is this unseemly crack in its face: a constant reminder of its failure.
Deep silence surrounds it, seeming to swallow any nearby sound. Then a brilliant white light emits from within, soul focused to heal the damage to its shell.
The glow recedes. Strength surges through its form, and it pulls itself further upright to see...
Nothing has changed.
Why? It smacks its head into the glass, feeling it rattle but not give. Why?
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