Five-Minute fiction - 23:42-23:47
The ring of stone hung suspended in the air. The mirror-black surface of the liquid core undulated silently. It flexed, and rippled like the still water of a pond. Stamrin stood beneath it, staring up into the infinite blackness above him, and his reflection stared back. The mirror-image was perfect in almost every detail. The small scar under his right eye was just visible, and even the acne scars, now much healed, were visible, in vivid clarity. He stared up, lost in the reflection, almost lost in himself.
The strange liquid, rocked and flowed seeming to splash against the stone ring that encircled it. Small waves lapped against the stone but the ring seemed unfazed
The ring of stone hung suspended in the air. The mirror-black surface of the liquid core undulated silently. It flexed, and rippled like the still water of a pond. Stamrin stood beneath it, staring up into the infinite blackness above him, and his reflection stared back. The mirror-image was perfect in almost every detail. The small scar under his right eye was just visible, and even the acne scars, now much healed, were visible, in vivid clarity. He stared up, lost in the reflection, almost lost in himself.
The strange liquid, rocked and flowed seeming to splash against the stone ring that encircled it. Small waves lapped against the stone but the ring seemed unfazed