The ripples moved outward like a stone dropped in a still pond. She felt a pull, an invitation to step through the glass and reclaim the fragments of her soul she had left behind in the corners of time. She realized then that the mirror wasn't a judge; it was a doorway.
The reflection changed again. Now she saw herself in a rain-slicked city she didn't recognize, looking older, grayer, but possessed of a terrifying, beautiful strength. This version of Adriana was standing alone on a balcony, looking out over a sprawling horizon with a look of absolute peace. It was a future she hadn't yet claimed. Frente al espejo - Adriana Andivia.epub
When the room fell silent again, the mirror showed only an empty bedroom and an open window where the curtains fluttered in a sudden, spirited breeze. Adriana was gone, finally walking toward a reflection she could call her own. The ripples moved outward like a stone dropped
The woman staring back looked tired. There were fine lines around her eyes—roadmaps of laughter and worry—and a paleness to her skin that suggested she hadn't felt the sun in a long time. But as she held the gaze of her reflection, the air in the room seemed to shimmer. The reflection didn’t blink when she did. The reflection changed again