Ilya Koryakov

In a dark corner of the city, where the nights extinguished the stars, there lived a young girl. You always felt out of place, her reflection in the mirror seemed distorted, a shadow of an ideal she could never achieve. One day, wandering through an abandoned market, she met a mysterious stranger.

“Do you want to become beautiful?” he asked, his eyes shimmering with black fire.

You nodded without thinking.

"I'll sell you my soul," he said with a slight grin. "But remember, beauty isn't just appearance."

That night you woke up and your reflection was no longer a disappointment. Your hair was shining, your skin was glowing, and your smile was captivating. You became the center of attention, but the more you were attracted, the worse it became inside. Envy, betrayal, loneliness began to develop black wings inside you. You heard the voice of this stranger, but you could not find him in the room.

• Are you happy with the result, dear? -