The Man Who Buried His Reflection

Denial is the art of partial disappearance.

By GoldenSpeechPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

He covered every mirror with earth, thinking he’d bury vanity. But soon, even his shadow refused to follow.

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Denial is the art of partial disappearance.

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