Prompt: "Day 22 —You wake up with a key gripped tightly in your hand. How did you get this key? What does it lock or unlock?"
Falling... I couldn't breathe and yet... falling through the ocean was like a dream. I didn't need to breathe.
A key descended down, silver and shining and ornate. It was held by a strange man with long obsidian hair, as deeply colored as the ocean surrounding us. "Be still," he said. His voice rang clearly through my ears. Who are you? "Mirror, mirror on the wall," he began and smiled mischievously. He pushed the key through my chest and into my... heart?
When I woke up that day I found the key around my neck. Looking closely now I noticed three opal gemstones in the bow. It was beautiful. But who was that guy? "Don't worry too much about it right now. You should get ready for the day," he reminded. Now I am hearing voices in my head. He was right... Annoyingly so.
I wish somehow today I could go out.
"Why don't you?"
Good question. Though I wasn't sure I could manage that. It was quiet in the house except for the time.
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