The hand still reached from the cracked mirror, fingers trembling like they were made of smoke held together by regret.
Mira couldn’t move.
The voice was hers.
But it felt… heavier.
Wiser.
And crueler.
> “You left me in here,” it whispered.
“You closed your eyes and pretended I never existed.”
Eyla grabbed her arm.
> “Don’t listen to it. It’s a trap.”
But the man with no name only watched. Silent. Studying.
> “She has to face it,” he said.
“This is her first gate.”
Mira pulled away, stepping closer to the mirror.
Inside, the version of her on the other side stepped into full view:
Her hair was longer. Tangled.
Her eyes were hollow.
Her skin was pale like dust, lips blueish like she'd drowned in silence.
> “Do you even know what you’ve done?” the reflection said.
“Do you know what you gave up… just to forget?”
Mira clenched her fists.
> “I didn’t choose to forget.”
The reflection laughed—a bitter, broken sound.
> “Didn’t you? You begged for it. You prayed to forget. And now here you are, pretending to be a hero when you’re just a shell.”
The mirror vibrated. Cracks split further.
And then—
The reflection stepped through.
No longer a mirror.
A door.
A portal.
Mira backed away, but her darker self moved fast.
She whispered in Mira’s ear:
> “One of us has to die, Naera.
Because we were never meant to exist at the same time.”
And then she attacked.
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🌫️ The Mirror Forest closed around them.
Trees of glass screamed.
The sky flickered with lightning made of thoughts.
Eyla pulled out her blade.
The man with no name raised a glowing mark from his palm.
Mira stood in the middle, eyes locked with herself.
She didn’t know which side was real anymore.
But she knew one thing—
> “I won’t run.”
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Fantasy> ❝Memories don't die... They just hide where no one dares to look.❞ Mira thought she was just a normal girl. Until she woke up in a strange room, with a name that wasn't hers and a heart that remembered something... or someone... else. There is som...
