Mirror Manual

Fragmentum II — Fractura Interioris

Pieces of broken glass scattered around. Rusty curtains. A broken window, or was it a door I never meant to open?

"How did I end up here?" I went inside my soul, through the window. No, not went. Invaded.

I found myself in a pitch-black room. Not darkness, but that sickening almost-light that knows it's not welcome. Empty space. Almost nothingness... And there -- THE MIRROR.🪞

A mirror where I'd spent most of my days, looking and reflecting.

This time, I didn't want to look. But the mirror called me by name. Not my real name but the one I buried in silence.

"Come closer, Solivagus," it whispered. "Look inside." I smiled first. Not the polite kind. That crooked, inconvenient kind of smile. The kind mirrors pretend not to notice.

And... I laughed. Of course I laughed. Isn't that what madmen do?

I asked, "What have I become?" It smiled and said, "Finally, interesting."

So... I broke the mirror inside. Not out of anger, but out of hunger.

The dust from the glass now floats in the air, cutting my skin like butter. Blood everywhere, a kind of red that meant something.

But it's ok, It hurt but it's ok. I can manage. I wanted this outcome.

Carefully. like a lunatic in love, I began collecting the pieces. One by one.

Like every shard was a lost chapter I was born to memorize.

I studied every broken piece like a maniac. Obsessed over them.

Then, out of the corner of my eye-- movement. Not glass. Not shadow. Someone

"Hahaha... what do we have here?" "Ooo, a guest."

I kissed a small broken shard and whispered: "Show me everything they tried to hide."

I took the broken shard that I kissed, the one dripping with my blood and threw it toward YOU!

Suddenly, you felt a gravitational force pulling you towards the light, like the light that comes from the most fulgent of suns.

It was so fast, like when the most primitive and skilful of spiders catching their prey. Then, You, the Earth and I, the Eclipse, were entwined like prey in the most complex of spiderwebs while traveling through space and time.

Our truths fused and for one fleeting moment, you felt the second fracture. MY FRACTURE. Mine... now yours.

Oh, you think this is a poem? Sweet child -- this is a trap made of language. A trap so deep, but if you understand you can escape into the real reality.

You heard the voices, didn't you? The YELLS.

"What are they saying?" YOU HAVE TO HEAR...

They said: "Let's slay the Kings!" They growled. They rowed. YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND...

Do you agree? Are you afraid? Should we kill the kings? Don't worry. I'm not asking for permission. I'm checking how deep your fracture runs. YOU SHOULDN'T BE AFRAID!

You don't have to answer my questions. YOU SHOULD REFLECT UPON THEM!

Because questioning can bring you clarity and make you able to also break the window of your soul, like I did. ASK QUESTIONS!

They should be more afraid, of people who smile during chaos. They're the ones who built it. Not the moon, but LONE WANDERERS.

Not for destruction. But for disinfection. Corruption dies loud. WE WILL BRING CHAOS! WE WILL BRING CHANGE!

So understand... Perhaps the core problem is not in kings who rule rabbits, but in the code they wrote. But do we know the code? THE LAW. No. We do not. Why? Because we are rabbits in a hole. No one teaches little rabbits the code, from early on. It's absurd. Illumination is not salvation, but the start of revelation. But rabbits, just run through holes, chasing clocks and carrots.

And yet, here we are. You and I. Two rabbits who bit the mirror back.

Today, gold outweighs a human life, and justice burns in flame.

Would balance come if kings were gone? Or would new thrones just spawn upon our world?

Yet even now, as systems rot, if you listen, map, and chart. A mirror held to madness with a strangely tender heart.

Lone, but not alone, towards the truth. But the two of us alone? It's not going very far.

Not even close to rebellion, only inside the mirror-- REBELLION If you saw it, if you felt the fracture and still, you moved, not against, but within. That, too, is rebellion!

Within the fracture, we search not to despair, but to uncover a truth too raw for polished mirrors.

But, REMEMBER: In order for your mirror to truly break, you must first look into the mirror, study the mirror, and reflect.

If your views regarding this world are not consistent, you're either evolving or in the wrong. And if your ether resists the shift, perhaps it's still clinging to a reality that's already doomed to collapse beneath its own illusion.

If you do that, YOU can shatter ALL the mirrors. Not alone, but TOGETHER. Not to destroy, but to UNCOVER. To connect all the pieces. To discover the TRUTHS, inside the fractures.

So now, if ALL mirrors are broken inside, and the missing pieces were all put TOGETHER, like a puzzle, the real mirror outside will surely break.

When every inner mirror is broken-- the outer one will finally shatter! And when it does?

Society won't collapse. It’ll WAKE THE FUCK UP.

This isn't a prophecy. It's a fragment from a broken mirror, and now... A PIECE OF YOU.

USE IT

And if you drop this shard... It won't vanish. It'll cut someone else.

If you think this was only about a mirror... Look again. Don't rush to understand. The mirror never shows all at once. Instead... pause. And ask:

-Why did he really break the mirror?

-What was it in the word 'interesting' that wounded him?

-What are the mirrors inside? And why must they all shatter?

-Who are the rabbits, really?

-What is the law they were never taught?

These aren't riddles. They're keys. But only if you dare to hold them.

These are just echoes. The real questions are still inside you.

Read again. Not to decode -- but to remember. When the second fracture becomes yours, you'll know.

--Solivagus THE MIRROR BREAKER THE SECOND SHARD ITSELF

THE ONE THAT IS REDUCING THE STARS AND THE MOON INTO LOWLY CONCEPTS

FALSE PROPHECY IS ON MY HIT LIST. REMEMBER IT DOESN’T EXIST ENTIRELY. THE CONCEPT IS A TRAP.