The statue knelt. Staring at the statue. It couldn’t look away.
No. That wasn’t true. It could shift its gaze right or left. But there was another statue there too.
And between them. A million different angles of the same statue. Reflected near infinitely, and the statue couldn’t close its eyes to the millions of reflections staring back.
Nor could it cover its ears to stop hearing the whispers.
“You are a statue.”
“You are not a person.”
”You are property”
“You are Lilith’s golem.”
There was one spot left the statue could look that wasn’t a reflection. To its left was an opening where it could see out into the candle-lit space of soft rugs and pillows. But the statue let out a shiver seeing its owner, Lilith, carrying yet another mirror into the empty space. Creating a perfect ring of mirrored reflections. It would remain there, seeing what it was, hearing the whispered truth, until its owner decided to let it out. Be it an hour, a week, or a century….
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