Sanguine River
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Weathered layers of depthless scars carved decades of pain, and loss into every facial expression I tried to make. The cloudy veneer of multicolored grime, bloody fingerprints, and years of natural residue smiled back at me with yellow eyes, proud for having the portentous honor of being the only piece of glass in the world that could truly reflect my bestial identity.