Eventually the beautiful, bright young girl runs away into the dark woods of anonymity. Heartbroken, torn to pieces. We don't know what she thought of being drawn as a damsel in distress. Perhaps she grew up into a mad queen. For the most part we cannot access her narrative. She is lost to us. The lost girls. Of course the two women are supposed to be enemies, not former and future selves. All these myths of madness and the mirror. Who writes these myths? Who meditates on their reflections?
