Tessa is finger-painting on the wall.
Tessa: One, two, give me a rose
Three, four, I'll give you a kiss
Five, six, we'll promise eachother
Seven, eight, that nothing's remiss
One, two, give me the sun
Three, four, I'll give you the rain
Five, six, we'll trade in our hearts
Seven, eight, for a whole world of pain
Tessa puts the finishing touches on her painting, takes a moment to stand back and admire her handiwork. Her hands are still covered in paint. She studies them, smiles, and puts tribal marks on her face. They are simple and savage. She starts slowly turning in circles, studying her surroundings with a reverence that is almost religious, but still wild. She turn, oh, let's say, three times before her gaze goes straight up and becomes very still. She goes into a wolf howl and bolts to a mirror on the other side of the room, stops hardly an inch away from it, ceasing sound and motion as abruptly as she began. Gently, she leans forward and kisses her reflection. Tessa closes her eyes and steps through the mirror.
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