Draped in the delicate laced patterns of the spiders and fogged by the many generations of breaths that had gazed into its reflecting face, sat the century old mirror.
Its once smooth surface was now filled with overlapping lines of silver edge, just sharp enough to color itself the scarlet paint that it'd often seen from the gazing heirs.
And though it once rested upon a bed of lushful velvet and shined brilliantly along with the warming sun, it no longer could reach any of the eternal life that it once possessed.
For, it had once seen the shimmer of flawless pearls around a fragile neck and the glamor of ruby colored lips that formed puckering shapes each dusk.
But its once bold frame's now coming undone as the ancient layer of golden paint gradually chips and flies into the air, creating a shower of sparks and memories.
Yet, it forever holds that everlasting charm of royalty that graced herself upon it, and no matter the one that stares into her face, she will eternally see the sparkling emerald eyes, the delicate fair skin, and the golden ringlets cascading about her shoulders....
...that once belonged to the sweet maiden who is now her wrinkled but smiling grandmother.
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