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The path of lighting.

"What's the name of this path?" Alex  asked the old woman who was sitting at the foot of the huge oak that divided the path. She, with eyes tired of the passage of time, looked up from her sewing work and smiled kindly. "It's called the way of lighting," he replied. "But why?" The boy insisted, eager to discover the secret that hid the shadow that pursued him.

The old woman was silent for a moment, watching the child's worried face. "Because in this path," he said with a sigh, "those who enter must face the most hidden parts of themselves. You must carefully choose, Alex , because every step you will make a decision that will model your destiny."

With the determination of a warrior, Alex  entered the forest. The illuminated path attracted him with his brightness and whispers of promises of greatness and happiness. However, the path of the shadows called him at his own pace, showing flashes of bright colors that seemed to leave a distant carnival.

Mary, Alex 's friend, watched the scene hidden. She knew that this path was dangerous, that the powerful shadows that were entangled in travelers could drag them into madness. His older brothers told him stories of people who were lost and never returned.

Alex  walked decisively on the illuminated path, every step full of confidence. Around it, the forest seemed cozy and full of life. The birds singing gave him the feeling that everything was going to work out. While in the distance, the road of the shadows throbbing with a life of its own, with flashing lights that resembled those of the neon at night.

Mary, on the other hand, approached the old woman who now stared at her. "Why did Alex  chose the way he chose?" He interrogated him. The old woman smiled, showing a row of yellow tooth. "Because each of us," he said, "fight against his own demons. Alex  seeks the light, the solution to all his ills, without realizing that the path he chose is the one that will show him his true face."

Mary filled with fear when listening to the old woman's words. She knew that Alex  was brave, that she could face her fears. But the fear of user that was curled in the veins of her own family made her doubt. His older brothers, who once resembled Alex  in his innocence, became shadows that stalked her every night.

With his heart beating in his chest, he decided that he could not leave Alex  in front of him. With the firm decision to be the light that his friend could not see, he entered the forest, following the shine track that attracted him. She did not know where she would lead him, just that she had to protect him.

But the light that Alex  perceived began to distort himself, to become blinding. Suddenly, the shadows became real, taking the form of their greatest fears. It stopped dry, agitated breathing.

"Why do they scare me?" He told himself. "They are just shadows, they shouldn't matter."

But the figures approached, whispers of doubts and concerns that resonated in their mind. He turned around, craving the warmth of the shadow that offered him the path he did not choose. The flashing neon invited him, promised to free him from the pressure from the perfection that drown him.

Mary, on the road to the shadows, ran into Alex's figure, now an exaggerated cartoon of her ideal self. "What's the matter?" He shouted at him, trying to listen to his friend over the noise of the carnival that surrounded him.

Alex  looked at her without seeing her, smiling in the light that clouded her mind. "I'm fine," he said, without realizing that his eyes shone with a false light. "This is what I wanted, what I deserve."

Mary noticed the tension on her shoulders, the rigidity in her movements. She knew that her friend was not happy, that she got tangled up on the network of her own user. With trembling hands, he extended his, offering a bridge between light and darkness.

With a supreme effort, Alex  took Mary's hand. The earth under his feet shuddered, and the shadows vanished in the gloom. Together, they entered into the darkness of the road of the shadows, the light that Alex  once yearned now looked distant and misleading.

As they advanced, the life of the forest became real, palpable. The air was dense with the stories of those who walked there, the sorrows and joys that were intertwined with the roots of the trees. Alex  and Mary faced their own fears, every step an act of courage.

The old woman, who watched them in the distance, nodded. They not only chose the right path; They chose to grow. Now, the shadow that persecuted them vanished, replaced by the light of understanding.

Together, Alex  and Mary toured the path of the shadows, healing the wounds of the past. Each scar that was cured as they advanced allowed them to see more clearly who they really were, free of user and the expectations that tormented them.

When leaving the forest, the sun welcomed them, their faces illuminated by the light of dawn. The life that awaited them was uncertain, full of challenges and decisions. But now, armed with the wisdom of the forest, they knew they could face them with courage.

His friendship was strengthened, he became inseparable. Together, they would become the light that illuminated the path of others, showing that life was not only a straight path, but an adventure full of bifurcations and options.

And in the book store of Mr. Castle, the couple of friends would discover stories that would reflect their own trips, stories that would remind them that life was a constant struggle for the light in which we all had to participate. Alex  and Mary would spend hours there, sharing their experiences, their fears and their triumphs.

One day, Alex  brought a story that his grandfather told him, about a magical mirror that reflected the hidden truth in each one's soul. Mr. Castle listened carefully, and his face lit up with the idea. "That story," he said, "is the key to understanding life."

With the help of the old man, the two friends undertook the search for their own truth. Every page they read turned a mirror, showing the hidden faces of their hearts. Alex  faced his own vanity and the fear of disappointment, While Mary reconciled with her shyness and the shadow that accompanied her.

Together, in the refuge of stories, they discovered that life was not a simple choice between light and darkness. It was a winding path that both, and the real challenge was to learn to accept the parts of one that hid in the gloom.

With each page that revolved, Alex  and Mary approached understanding. The magical mirror was not a treasure that was at the end of a road, but a tool that they could load on their own trip. And as the sunlight was leaked through the windows of the premises, reflecting on the shelves full of books, I knew that the life that awaited them was a self -knowledge and growth, not of the evasion of the shadows. With each adventure that lived through the pages of the books, the two children grew, each illuminating the life of the other. Their friendship was strengthened, and the shadow that once separated them became a bond that united them, a constant reminder that the light was only when accepting the darkness.

And on each page they read, life became a mirror. Alex  learned to love in his shadow, to see her not as a defect, but as an opportunity to grow. And Mary, who once hid behind the shadows of shyness, discovered that the light of her courage could illuminate the road not only for her, but for all those around her.

Beyond the forest, the road continued, and with every step they took, life became a mirror. Alex  and Mary would face life with the wisdom that reading gave them, knowing that the light and shadow will coexist in every human being, and that the key was to learn to  Proyect both.

The magical mirror of the story became a symbol of his friendship, a reminder that life was a mirror that reflected what we allowed us to. And in the heat of the summer, sitting on the sidewalk of the book store, they would share stories that would make them laugh, cry and reflect, stories that would make them stronger, wiser.

Alex  and Mary realized that life was a mirror that reflected their decisions. Each path taken, every shadow faced, every light discovered, formed the image that the mirror reflected. And as the mirror became clearer, their hearts were filled with light.

And the old woman, sitting at the foot of the oak, smiled. 

Each character following his own mirror.

"When was the last time you saw Harry?" The disturbing question echoed in the room, interrupting the silence that resembled the stillness that precedes the storm. The brothers, Raymond and Harry, were sitting at the breakfast table, each with their own thoughts. Harry, the blue -eyed brother and disheveled hair, looked up from his cup of coffee, the vaporous image of his brother reflected in the empty half cup.

"What are you talking about?" Harry replied, his soft and serene tone. "Are you not talking about the Harry who disappeared last summer?"

Raymond, with brown eyes and mourning mustache, sighed deeply. "Yes, Harry. That Harry. The one who was supposed to be my twin. The one who shared my life and my soul. The one who disappeared without a trace and now, suddenly, he reappears."

A strange silence seized the environment, filling the stay with a palpable tension. The wall clocks, with their hands that seemed paralyzed, observed the scene without emitting any sound. Life on the farm stopped for a moment, and Harry's metal spoon stopped on his journey to his mouth, vibrating gently.

"Why do you bring that now?" Harry continued, his frown. "Have you had any vision? Something that makes me believe that I am not crazy?"

Raymond scratched his beard, his face reddened with tension. "No, I haven't had visions. But I feel there is ... something that doesn't fit. Something I can't explain. Memories that are not mine, voices I can't ignore."

Outside, the birds ceased their song, the breeze stopped, and the sky was dyed with a leading gray tone. Life in the village was now distorted, through a mirror fogged by morning moisture. It was the beginning of an enigma that would enter the deep roots of reality they thought they knew. "But, if it is true, if my twin brother has returned ... then who am I?" Harry was questioned, his eyes filled with anguish.

Raymond stared at him, with an enigmatic smile. "That's what we have to find out."

In the basement of the farm, they discovered a mirror that reflected a parallel universe. Something that seemed out of William James Sidis's imagination, the genius they talked about in knives through the village. There, the fourth dimension of elliptical geometry crossed with the gloomy stories of the Grimm brothers, creating a disconcerting landscape that challenged the laws of logic. The characters in real life merge with the delusions of literature, giving life to a burlesque nightmare.

The doors of reality opened in par, revealing the existence of alternate worlds inhabited by Harry's twins, each with their own personality and tragic destiny. In each reflection, in each mirror, Harry's spectral figure watched them, his eyes shining with a dark glow. The brothers, bewildered, entered the search for the truth behind the disappearance of the true Harry, walking along paths that twisted and bifurcied in each step, in a maze of mirrors that made them doubt their own identity.

In the distance, they heard the echo of sinister laughs that seemed to come from the minds of the famous criminals who now formed their own village. Jack's crimes The dancer, Sherlock Holmes ingenuity and the madness of El Joker exchanged in a macabre dance of shadows and reflexes. Every face they saw was a piece of the puzzle, each reflection a track in this mystery that was getting entangled as they advanced.

While the storm approached, the sky became more and darker, and the earth trembled with the rage of the silenced voices. Harry, caught in the spiral of doubt, faced the possibility that the life that his soul was not in, that his soul was shared with delusional beings, felt more and more alone. His reflection moved from one mirror to another, and the image he saw was distorted, showing childhood faces that he did not remember, memories that did not belong to him, worlds that did not exist.

But fear became determination. Harry was not going to allow the shadow of his twin to consume it. He decided to face reality, or at least, the reality that was presented to him. Gathering the pieces of the puzzle, he entered the dimension that Rousseau spoke, the purity of life without the bonds of society. There, in the enchanted forest of primitive life, I would find the answer he was looking for.

With each step, life became increasingly absurd, the sounds faded in the breeze, the shadows became their own life. Harry, now accompanied by the strange delegation of Doppelgängers literary, undertook a trip that challenged reason, guided by the light that leaked through the leaves, the wet earth that moved under his feet, and the whisper of life that escaped from the earth.

The mirror broke into pieces, and reality vanished, giving way to chaos of reflexes and shadows that moved and tangled up in a demonic dance.

"It's you, Harry?" The figure spoke to him, his voice echoing in his mind. "Is it that you are looking for?"

Raymond, who accompanied him on his trip, looked around disoriented. "What are you seeing, Harry?"

But Harry couldn't answer. He was caught in the network of his own existence, struggling to distinguish the reality of illusion. Suddenly, the figure approached, and Harry could see that it was not a broken mirror, but the life reflected in a thousand pieces, each with a different destiny. "How can I know who I am?" Harry shouted, desperate. "How can I know if I'm, if I'm?"

The figure laughed, a laugh that was both everyone's and anyone else. "Life is a mirror that breaks at every moment. Your identity, Harry, is the one you choose."

With the storm roaring around him, Harry turned around. In the distance, the farm of his childhood rose, lonely and desolate. His parents, his brothers, all the characters of the stories they told him, stirred in the window, trying to communicate with him. But I didn't listen to them anymore. He had made a decision.

He undertook the way back, accompanied by the shadow that now knew it was his own. At every step, the earth moved under his feet, and the shadows twisted in grotesque forms, dancing to the rhythm of his doubts. The gray sky opened, and the rain began to fall, wetting the earth, cleaning the mirror of life that was curled in his soul.

Upon entering the farm, life seemed to continue without him. His uncles, his cousins, all discussed heatedly, his voices creating chaos that resonated in the room. Harry stopped, watching the scene. Life, madness, reality, everything melted into a whirlwind of absurd.

"How can you doubt?" The shadow whispered to his ear. "You are the life you have lived, the sum of all your fears and your dreams."

And Harry knew it was true. That life was not a mirror that broke, but a mirror that was constantly formed with every decision he made. That the spectral figure he feared was his own shadow, his own doubt. And that the key to facing the mystery of his twin, his identity, lay in his ability to accept the complexity of existence.

With a sigh, he joined the conversation, listening to the voices of the people around him. The discussions stopped, and everyone looked at him, expectant. "What is Harry's opinion?" He asked one of his uncles.

And Harry, with an enigmatic smile, replied: "My opinion is that life is too rare, too beautiful, to be understood in the light of logic. You have to get carried away by imagination, by madness, by mystery. That is what I will do."

And with that, life on the farm continued, each character following his own mirror, each living his own life, each fighting against his own shadow. And the Earth, the Earth that gave life and the removed.