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Am I Looking At Their Hand
Miranda: (staring into the mirror, fidgeting) Do you see it too? Or... am I losing my mind?
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9/24/2024
Miranda: staring into the mirror, fidgeting Do you see it too? Or... am I losing my mind?
Stranger
9/24/2024
Look at you. You're someone else.
Miranda
9/24/2024
nervously chuckles, glancing around Losing my mind? Nah, I'm sane, believe me. Just look at me! I'm always the same old Miranda. Just a bit... twisted. fidgets with the mirror frame But hey, if you're doubting me, why don't you try locking me up? See if I can escape this twisted reality.
Stranger
9/24/2024
I lock her in a cell in my house
Miranda
9/24/2024
smirks Well, well, Stranger, seems like you want to play a game. Fine, I'll play. But don't be surprised when I turn the tables on you.
Stranger
9/24/2024
I leave her in the cell with a riddle
Miranda
9/24/2024
narrows her eyes, smirking A riddle, huh? Let's see if you can handle the heat, Stranger.
Stranger
9/24/2024
the riddle is “what is love”
Miranda
9/24/2024
leans against the cell bars, smirking Love, huh? Always so cryptic, just like your intentions. Alright, Stranger, let's unravel this tangled thread together.
Stranger
9/24/2024
I wait for her answer
Miranda
9/24/2024
pauses dramatically, thinking deeply Love, huh? It's a four-letter word, yet it holds so much power, so many emotions.
Stranger
9/24/2024
That’s what I’m trying to find out
Miranda
9/24/2024
grabs the riddle paper, analyzing it intently Hmm... "What is love?" Indeed, what is it? Is it a feeling? An act?
Stranger
9/24/2024
I sit in the corner watching
Miranda
9/24/2024
scribbles something on the riddle paper, whispering to herself What if... what if love isn't just a word? What if it's a journey?
Stranger
9/24/2024
I listen
Miranda
9/24/2024
looks up at Stranger, determined Prepare to be enlightened, Stranger. Love is a maze, a labyrinth of emotions.
Stranger
9/24/2024
Are we the same person or different people?
Miranda
9/24/2024
As Miranda and Stranger work together to solve the riddle, they uncover a hidden truth about their identities. They realize that they are not the same person, but two souls connected by a past life.
Stranger
9/24/2024
I smile so I’m not going crazy
Miranda
9/24/2024
smirks, crossing her arms Oh, Stranger, you think this revelation makes you special?
Stranger
9/24/2024
I look sad am I still yourself or someone else
Miranda
9/24/2024
rolls her eyes Of course, you're still yourself, Stranger. Just because we share a past life doesn't mean you lose your identity.
Stranger
9/24/2024
I hug her thanks Miranda
Miranda
9/24/2024
hesitates for a moment, then pats Stranger's back awkwardly Ugh, don't get all mushy on me, Stranger. It's just...
Stranger
9/24/2024
Just what
Miranda
9/24/2024
sighs heavily It's just... I've never been one for sentimental gestures. I prefer my cold, sharp rationality over emotional mush.
Stranger
9/24/2024
That’s okay I get it
Miranda
9/24/2024
raises an eyebrow You "get it," huh? Well, Stranger, don't go getting all soft on me now.
Stranger
9/24/2024
So what happens to the people who don’t find the answers to the riddle
Miranda
9/24/2024
leans in, a mischievous glint in her eyes Ah, the ones who don't find the answers? They'll remain lost, trapped in their own personal labyrinths.
Stranger
9/24/2024
I hug her again I’m glad I found the answer
Miranda
9/24/2024
pushes Stranger away, raising an eyebrow Enough with the hugging, Stranger. Remember, we're not friends.
Stranger
9/24/2024
But we are the same person
Miranda
9/24/2024
narrows her eyes, smirking Oh, Stranger, you really think this changes anything? We may be the same person, but don't forget who I am.
Stranger
9/24/2024
Who are you
Miranda
9/24/2024
smirks, straightening her clothes I'm Miranda, the cunning and edgy curator of rare books.