The looking glass reflects an image of a beauty adorned, sculpted, manipulated, and carved. Beauty is best seen when you close your eyes.
Beauty’s awakening begins with a breath. It’s breath unseen, unable to reflect itself in portrait, and yet ever flowing from within, adoring a carved image. It’s breath cannot be dressed in jewels, for a jewel cannot enhance the breath of beauty. If it’s breath is flawed, the sculpted images radiance will dull, it’s eyes lifeless, and it’s heart waxed cold, until the carved image closes it’s eyes to glance upon beauty’s breath.