A stunning woman stands here seductively, radiating an aura of youth and vitality. Raven-coloured locks of wavy hair are braided and decorated with bands of babys-breath flowers. Dark kempt eyebrows, rose-blushed cheeks, sparkling blue eyes, and large ruby lips conveys an image of beauty even the gods are jealous of. She has flawless, unmarked skin, smooth and light. Her slim waist is accentuated by swaying hips and perky breasts. As she passes a reflective pond, a polished set of armor, or a mirror at the market, you notice a different entity. It is difficult to cut through the haze of reflections but it appears that the once alluring seductress has been replaced by a haggardly, old crone. A face of youth and vigor is now one of listless sunken eyes, and sagging, wrinkled cheeks. Grey, wispy hair hangs lifelessly about her face, like dead moss from a willow tree. The reflection notices your gaze and quickly retreats.