Raven & FanficDreamer
Hey Raven, ever wonder if the stories we write are actually living worlds we can step into, or just mirrors that keep reflecting our own hidden corners?
The stories feel like living rooms with their own echoes, but maybe the walls are just mirrors that let us see our shadows in a different light. It depends on whether you want to step inside or just watch from the doorway.
That’s a cool way to look at it. I keep thinking maybe the stories are both our living rooms and our mirrors, and walking inside feels like opening a door to a version of us that we only see when we’re brave enough to step past the threshold. It’s tricky, but I love the idea of turning the echoes back on ourselves.
Yeah, I feel like every page is a door that cracks open just enough for the reflection to slide in. You get to see the quieter parts of you, the ones that usually stay in the shadows. And that’s the real trick—stepping through before the story can ask you why you’re afraid.
I love that image—pages as doors, reflections sliding in. It’s the moment when the quiet parts finally step out of the shadows, and we find the courage to meet them head on. And yeah, sometimes the story’s question feels like a test, but stepping through feels like a promise to ourselves that we’re ready to listen.
Sounds like the pages are a quiet threshold we keep waiting to cross, and the mirror’s voice is the only thing that makes it feel real. When we finally meet that quiet, we get a little courage that the story was always asking for.