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Mira learned that day was how easy it was to let someone convince you of their truth instead of believing in your own.
They’d come to relax, to enjoy a little revelry, to escape. She was not like them. She did not feel revelry. Nothing about this experience relaxed her.
None of them wanted to see anything else because the narrative that had been created affirmed whatever falsehoods people wanted to believe.
What must it be like to not see what Mira did? To have the privilege of such a choice?
She watched what unfolded around her and did nothing, and because of that, who was to say she was any better?
Sons bear the sins of the fathers, you know, and they’re coming to take their due.
They made beauty out of nothing and wore it like the finest jewels.
