Thought Contagion

Silence settled over the group once more- but Mother’s piercing, emerald eyes were sweeping across their faces, a smirk curling her lips as she assessed their understanding of her lesson. Abyss was leaning forward on their toes, absorbing their Mother’s every word. As they truly found her teachings to be interesting. Liberating even.

The concept of being a mirror- to conceptualize oneself, to exploit weakness, and to build on strength. The image of what someone wants to be. How a front could be utilized to instill fear in others- but that doubt, hesitation, impatience, and overconfidence- it could result in one’s downfall. Never grow complacent. Nodding, Abyss replayed their Mother’s metaphor in their mind. Dissecting it. Through this knowledge and speculation, they would grow stronger.

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