The line of impatient people stretched longer than that in front of the Apple Store. Yet, it was only a tiny tent, half-hidden behind the chain link and debris of a construction site, bearing a tattered cardboard sign: “Discover the Real You.” When her turn came, Miranda handed the man her ticket, and stepped inside to find…an oval mirror. A plump, tired-looking woman with graying hair and a crooked incisor gazed back at her.
And then, with a roar, a fierce-eyed dragon appeared, sleek and beautiful, with shimmering indigo-and-purple wings.
And a crooked incisor.