2025.07.24
In the mirror city, where every word left a echo that never ended, Jane’s life – the silent of the secrets. He was not afraid, nor was he honored, but they were looking for them whose truths have increased greatly.
His gift was strange and calm. People would find it in a fog -filled forest or sit quietly in the corners of the crowded rooms. They speak, not loud, but just that. Jane listens without absorbing every confession, without any return, as if it is just a note in a song she can hear.
But Jane never answered. His lips were sealed – not by choice, but from the burden he created. With every secret, he awakened a thread in his mouth, which is mostly hidden for, his voice tied quietly. His eyes, though, tell stories – pain, regret, compassion and sometimes, apologized.
Over the years, she became a living architect of the unreasonable truths. Lovers’ cheating, hidden fear, irreversible desires – all of them lived in memory of Jain, good from judgment.
One day, a baby went to him. “Do you have any secrets?” The child asked. Jane’s eyes softened, and for the first time she shook her head. The thread was unconscious but it was not revealed.
Some say that when the gene passes through the mirror, the air around the mirror will be shaking, and all the secrets he will silence will be released at the same time – not so shameful, but looking forward to understanding stories.