"Never can tell-" Will could not take his eyes off the millions of blind glass- "what might be swimming around in there...."
"Swimming!" Miss Foley laughed. "What a lovely mind you have, Willy. Well, yes, but I'm a very old fish. So..."
"Miss Foley!"
Miss Foley waved, poised, took a step, and vanished into the mirror ocean. They watched as she settled, wandered, sank deep, deep, and was finally dissolved grey among silver.
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"No," murmured Will. "But... anybody want to dive back in that maze?"
Jim gazed fiercely deep into the bottomless sea, where now only the pure light glanced back at itself, held up emptiness upon emptiness beyond emptiness before their eyes.
This extended metaphor of comparing the mirror maze to an ocean works exceptionally well, because people naturally compare mirrors to water. Also, they talked a bit about how Miss Foley saw someone drowning in the mirrors, falling, sinking, someone who needed her help, and it just added to the overall ominous outlook on the story. It showed that everything is not what it seems; no, that nothing is what it seems, and everything has a darker side to it. And my friends wonder why I don't like carnivals!
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