A tall, slender figure stood motionless in her simple black robe in front of the mirror, or rather in front of one of the mirrors. The upper side of the mirrors was bordered by an arch, which was provided with equally dark blue signs that only said something to the users of this room. Each mirror had exactly 6 of these signs, but they were never the same, even if one or the other sign was repeated on one or the other mirror frame. The black-robed figure stared motionless into one of the mirrors and made hand-wiping movements. The images in the mirror changed at a frenzied speed. Hardly imaginable that someone could have taken the pictures in itself at this speed, yet the figure was still extremely satisfied with what he saw. With a finger sticking out from under the wide, heavy robe, he painted signs in the air that took on a light blue colour and sank into the mirror. Shortly thereafter, the robed man wiped the pictures aside to take other pictures, which he also provided with bluish characters. Eventually, a single picture emerged from the chaos of different pictures. A stream of dancing lights in all the colors of the rainbow were seen rising from a mountain. The lights formed a thick pillar of a spiraling stream of rainbow-colored light spiraling up to the sky. The figure stared spellbound into the mirror and used the fingers to draw further characters in the air and let them sink into the mirror. But the picture did not change. He repeated the process, but nothing happened. Furiously, he clenched his fists and made a wiping movement over the mirror and the image disappeared and only the silvery surface, in which the blue light of the Kronur coals was gently reflected, remained. With an energetic step, the figure left the room through one of the mirrors.
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"Lenja"
"Yes?"
"Lenjaaa"
"Yes, I'm here, who are you?"
"Lenja"
"What do you want from me?"
"Lenja I was looking for you."
"You're scaring me."
"Don´t be foolish."
"Yes, I'm afraid."
"But not because of me Lenja. You are afraid of other things"
"How do you want to know that? Who are you?"
"You have never been afraid of me."
"But now I'm scared. Please tell me who you are."
"I can not do that."
"Why not?"
"This is a dream."
"A dream?"
"This is your dream."
"My dream?"
"Yes, when you wake up I'm gone."
"I ... I don't know if I want to wake up or not."
"You don't know too much Lenja."
"I'm still a child!"
"And yet you have to want to know"
"What do I need to know? I do not understand anything. You scare me."
"No you scare yourself."
"No! You scare me."
"You scare yourself because you don't want to."
"What do I don´t want?"
"Everything."
"What do you mean?"
"You will understand."
"You sound like old Gronak. I want to understand now."
"Ah. At last you want something."
"Yes! I want you to say what you want from me and if you are not going to tell me go away."
"I was looking for you."
"You found me, what do you want now?"
"That is the wrong question."
"No! I do not like this anymore. What's wrong with the question?"
"If you understand that, you won't be scared anymore."
"What does this question have to do with my fear?"
"Everything. And nothing. If you understand it - everything. If you don't understand it - nothing."
"Then it has nothing to do with it."
"You will remember today and then you will understand."
"You are silly I don't like you."
"But I love you. I've always loved you."
"I'm only 11!! Only my mom loves me."
"But it's true."
"Do you tell me who you are? You must be a magician if you talk to me in a dream. There are no magicians in our village and I've never been outside - you can't even know me"
"I know you."
"I'm going to get angry."
"Don't open the red closet."
"What closet is it? Please leave me alone."
"Wake up, it's time."