"...The fairies in mirrors are the nastiest. They always take on all kinds of appearances, pretending to be your friends or someone else, then secretly eat the flesh off your body after you fall asleep."
"The worse part is that mirrors preserve those hazy memories we leave behind when we look into them. Then those fairies steal them, act out the scenes from those memories, and use them to deceive people."
"Many young wizards who entered the mirror were lured away by those fairies, and in the end, not even their bones could be found... Me? I was very clever. I discovered what they were up to on the very first night and hid right away..."
"Juice is the best at hide-and-seek!" Beside her, a tall wizard stroked the Little Witch's head and praised her softly.
"Of course I am!"
The Little Witch proudly rubbed her nose. Without even swallowing the delicious pastry in her mouth, she hurriedly added, "I don't just play hide-and-seek, I help people too! A long, long time ago... Hmm, let me think when it was... I can't really remember."
Another slender, jade-like hand reached over from the side and pinched the Little Witch's puffed-up cheek. In a gentle voice, she said, "Eat slowly. No one's going to steal it from you... If you can't remember, then don't. My Juice can say whatever she wants. Mommy is listening."
Perhaps the word Juice inspired the Little Witch. She reached for a glass of Orange Juice from the table before her and gulped down several mouthfuls. At last, her mouth felt less crowded, and she let out a satisfied breath.
"Ah."
The Little Witch sighed like an old woman. "Everything in the mirror was nice, except there wasn't enough food... In that picture book you gave me, I