(This is not the story) Hello, this is about a short story I wrote up, but can't find a meaning for. Any interpretation is welcome as long as it's not directly hateful towards your fellow human. Be they any race, gender, ethnicity, sexuality, or religion. Please find a way to harmonize with your earthly kin
The story begins below
There were two mirrors standing alone in a field atop a small but sturdy hill. No one knows why they were there, who put there or why they did this. All that was known was that one was a bright white mirror, while the other to its parallel, directly opposing it was a dark, black mirror.
One summer day the sun was particularly bright and harsh. So as the midday approached, and the sun hit the black mirror. It then reflected itself onto its parallel, it was said that on that day the white mirror turned a deep black, shattering onto the ground below. Then only in that moment it the speed of a summer wind's blink the black mirror fell forwards, toward the once proud white mirror. Revealing it to be white on its backside, the only side the white mirror never saw.
Then with the flow of time as a summers soft breeze gives wat to the winding winds of the autumn did a small procession of travelers discover the hill. On once two mirrors once proudly stood, gave way only for grey dust, its tale was quickly understood by the travelers, who named this hill "The hill of the mirrors end." Then as time gave way to its mysterious methods. Two large castles were built.
There were two walls standing alone on a now flattened plain, where the former hill's former name would ring all too true as the walls went to war.