You know that eerie quiet? The one where there’s a slight buzzing sound and
you’re not quite sure where it’s coming from? That soul piercing silence - the one where it feels like you’re the only person alive?

That’s what it felt like for 1,095 days.

I don’t know what happened. The last thing I remember is looking in a mirror and
seeing her hands spring out from behind me and wring my neck.

And then, everything went black.

When I finally woke up, I was in a completely different world. Colors were muted,
plants were dead, and there was a low whooshing sound - a small creek in the distance perhaps.
 
Where had she taken me? Where was I?

The only thing I recognized was laid shattered at my feet. The mirror I always found myself in, was now the mirror I was lost with.

I scavenged the grounds to find all the missing pieces, desperately trying to save
the only part of home I was left with. And slowly, the more pieces I found, the
more vibrant the colors became. The more voluminous the plants grew to be.

The more sound the creek in the distance emanated.

On day 1,095, I laid the final piece of the mirror on the stone ground beside its
counterparts. Looking at my reflection, silver veins sprayed sporadically across
my face, I realized where I was. I knew where she was keeping me.

And while she may have been the one to cage me in, there was never a lock and key.