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I have a vision of this girl I have seen, sitting down by the pond waring black wings. I can't tell if she is sad, or what feelings she has. Is she lost or alone, what has her reflction shown? Should I go and stand by her side, or will she run away and hide? Wait, no she wont, she can't, it's me that I see. She is my dark angle, her reflection is me.