Years passed, and the first tapestry began to fray. The gold tarnished, and the silk rotted, leaving the people who believed in it feeling lost and betrayed. They returned to the Queen’s hall and found the second tapestry still strong. Its colors had actually grown richer with time.

From then on, the kingdom kept both: one to remind them how to dream, and one to remind them how to live.

If you are looking for a story inspired by that concept, or a Polish-style "bajka," here is a short tale for you: The Story of the Two Mirrors