The Gingerbread Glasses
They looked like harmless Christmas trinkets — smiling gingerbread figures, bright colors, childish joy.
But the shopkeeper warned that if you wore them, the world would not become festive… it would become honest. Through the sugar-coated frames, every person’s true shape appeared: some hollow, some cracked, some quietly burning from within. And if you stared too long at someone who had no soul left, the little gingerbread men on the glasses would slowly turn their heads toward you — because they had finally found a vacancy.
But the shopkeeper warned that if you wore them, the world would not become festive… it would become honest. Through the sugar-coated frames, every person’s true shape appeared: some hollow, some cracked, some quietly burning from within. And if you stared too long at someone who had no soul left, the little gingerbread men on the glasses would slowly turn their heads toward you — because they had finally found a vacancy.