Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair on you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart. No winds blow, no bird sings, nothing moves.
She feels the cold touching her, sobering her. Cool tendrils move inside her, questing, whispering...
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman: Season of Mists
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