Miro was in a mental stasis. His body was forgotten and his mind remained as a still pool of water, awaiting the ripple that came from the soft touch of Alric's words. "I am absolutely, completely relaxed. Every word is heavy, ever so heavy..I might...fall..if I was not so strong. No, I am not falling over. I am here, in this place. Chained by the weight of 'HIS' words. I can not even move. I can only look forward..only straight ahead.....I only see me...staring back from my cage."
He continued to watch the mirror, wondering which one was watching which now. Was he what he saw? Was what he saw him? Where did one start and the other end? Was there even an end to them? Or a start? Nothing made sense anymore. Miro didn't ask these questions to figure them out. He did not want to know what was happening. But it all seemed 'wrong'. This place he was in was entirely different. Reality seemed to have faded away with him noticing, leaving a hollow vessel. Everything that was Miro still remained, but accessing and controlling himself was beyond his reach.
"In the mirror lies everything I want. Everything I crave. Every last secret, any hidden truth. Father, you are here, I can see you." Miro began to see his features begin to muddle away. His face became blank, all except for his eyes that shifted. Now they looked much more stern. They gained a tone of dignity and deep in them he saw passion. His face began to define now too. His face looked older, a deeply wrinkled brow. Aside his cheeks were heavily defined lines that lead down into a soft smirk. Long black hair fell down on both sides of his face framing it.
Miro had no words now. He did not expect anything to be said, but nothing had to be. The experience left him feeling whole, finally the gap in his mind had been filled. His eyes locked in perfect silent symmetry. No emotions came to embrace Miro now. No thoughts took hold of his mind. Only did he lock eyes with that which he had been missing his whole life. No longer did he remember that Alric was guiding him. Nor did he remember that what he saw was a reflection. 'The concept of time and the demands of the world had long since melted away. In this reality he was not a mortal being, perhaps he was no more than a thought.