After thinking a lot about write again, I decided to write my last dream about TF and Mirrors. So, leave a comment and please critique my text. I'm really thinking to make more things like that

A mirror. A simple and miserable mirror can show things that will never be seen by other people. The truth hidden behind your mask cannot be hidden from the mirror. In it you see yourself, see the darkness in your eyes, the bloody desire to be more than you are.

When I arrived and looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that what I reflected was someone who pretended to be me, a mere illusion of me for me. Deep down I knew that I had that certainty common to all people. There's nothing else here, just that damn mirror swinging in the immense void of my mind. It is funny that even with so many ideas, wants and desires, the mind still remains as if empty, ready to devour the universe around. The glare of this damn mirror is fascinating, but what is reflected in it scares me. As far as I know, humans don't have yellow eyes with a black slit in the middle. Because now they look like cat eyes. What does this have to do with me?

I can no longer discern between right and wrong, between good and evil, for me, everything is the same. Who puts stripes does not understand how the universe works. We are on the verge of indescribable madness and me here looking at myself in that damn mirror. My shape starts to change, pieces of my skin fall to the floor. Is it a dream? No, it is more than a dream, it is something real. More pieces fall, my eyes become more yellow and darker, like the full moon that appears on dry days. I am feeling something inside me changing, what a feeling this is. It is not a pain, it is a pleasure, something unmatched, aaaargh. I feel my body burning now, fangs grow in my mouth, thin and sharp, prepared to kill. My hands are turning black, along with the rest of my body. Ears gradually fading, becoming small, I can no longer see them.

Somebody help me ... But all I hear is my muffled echo. My body writhes in pain. Muffled sounds of bones breaking and shaping. My face is no longer mine, but in a certain way, I know it’s mine… Now, all I see is a black figure, with yellow eyes of pure power and great black fangs. The feline shape made me numb, I could see now, my body was black as the night before the storm.
Did I die? No, I'm sure I'm alive. But where am I? Questions are useless now. I'm just what I have to be. Humanity hides behind profiles, pretending to be better things, but never, ever will anyone escape the truth from a mirror. Nobody can escape the truth behind his own masks. Welcome to my world.

End of Prologue

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