This book is a mosaic of mirrors. Just as in the water in front of the face there is a reflection of the face, so the human heart is reflected in the heart of another. Welcome to the maze of cracked mirrors - Mirror."I had that strange dream again. He was wearing a hat and with a gun. Like a cowboy? No, more like a hunter.""There are monsters in your heart, my little king.""Who doesn't carries chaos within itself, it will never give birth to a dancing star." “The Absolute was inaccessible and therefore vulgarly unpleasant, but they adapted and learned to see. So their imperfection became our ideal.“