The Encrypted Mirror

The Encrypted Mirror

Her wardrobe was Marilyn inspired. She had the spirit of a child, the kindness of a mother, ethics of royals, and dreams painted rosé. She was a fearless adventurer, a seeker of solace with eyes that got lost in the stars. 

Her eyes solely, could narrate too many stories and indescribable imaginations. Her proud accomplishments and unregretful downfalls, left her with pride and great self belief. Though her glimmer was so radiant in the crowd, she struggled to find a place to belong to. Infact, It has always been the case since school...where she made friends from all the different races, ages, and groups who were foes to one another.

Staring at the mirror was a gateway for questions...somehow she’d try to find a meaning from the reflection she gets but it was too different and almost encoded that very few or almost none, had the keys to decrypt and understand her core identity. 

You ought to understand the algorithm but there wasn’t a user manual for help.