The mirror grew cloudy, as usually happens when left to the elements of time. The winds, rain, and warmth in our lives have rendered this mirror incapable of realizing the purpose it once had. One who gazed upon its foggy glass quickly would realize that the image staring back at him from behind the shroud only faintly resembled the man he used to be.

No, the memories we forged together are now far superior to whatever was represented on this page. Time slowly chipped away at the power of the mirror, but the power of memory will endure forever.