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Makna Lagu Reflection

Deep Down Your Black Heart

In a world fractured by social hierarchies, forbidden magic, and dangerous secrets, Hound, a tortured survivor and rebel against a corrupt system, finds himself at the crossroads of fate. Born in Rivermirror, a perilous city ruled by ruthless power plays, Hound has developed an uncanny ability: he dreams of the future. These visions are both his curse and his weapon, exposing him to relentless threats from those who seek to control or destroy him. _______________________________________________________________________ What if the worlds you built in your mind weren’t just an escape but a mirror reflecting your deepest fears, desires, and truths? This series is more than fiction—it's rooted in reality, inspired by the mind of a dreamer whose maladaptive daydreaming blurs the line between fantasy and truth. Based on real experiences, it explores how vivid inner worlds become both sanctuary and prison, offering readers an intimate glimpse into a struggle rarely spoken about. In the early chapters, the dreamer’s fractured psyche takes center stage, as their imagined realms intertwine with their waking life. Each chapter unravels complex characters and high-stakes conflicts born from their mind, yet eerily reflective of the dreamer’s own battles with morality, fear, and control. As the dreamer’s visions grow darker and harder to contain, the story builds toward a chilling realization: the fantasies we cling to for solace might demand a price we never anticipated. This series is a gripping exploration of imagination’s power to shape reality, reminding readers that the most profound stories are often the ones we live ourselves.
Royniel_Aning · 3.5K Views

Transmuted : Love of an Evening

[ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.
Faria_Samira · 34.1K Views
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