In the black landscape, the exhausted singing of one young man was the only sound that filled the shadow.
"Oh, you can tell by the way I flap my wings, I'm a woman's man, no time for balls..."
Lying on the ground, Everett swirled the mist that was his finger along the smoke that covered the floor. At least he thought there was a floor under there. He had to be lying on something.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die."
…For a while now, morale had been horribly low.
Everett no longer saw a way out of the predicament that had befallen him. Every attempt he made to touch the mirror somehow only made it worse.
By now, one could breathe on the thing and it would probably shatter. So would Everett.
The horseman was beside himself. Now, he was only trying to make peace with his dying.
*Huff!*
Everett rolled over so that he could look at the beast who was currently nudging him.
"Oh, hey buddy… Didn't know that you could show up in here too."
