As I cast myself into the mirror I looked up one last time to capture the world around me. On my way down I saw the reddening sun illuminate the gentle slopes of the fairways, hugged tightly by the snowy peaks of the horizon. I saw the clouds smothering an innocent willow tree as the breeze played its puppeteer.
For the first time I realized just how beautiful everything was.
“This is where I came from,” I thought, before dropping into the mirror
and dissolving into nothing more.