The Mirror of All That Might Have Been
Beyond the Garden, where the soil hums with the promise of creation, lies a place no one truly remembers—a realm between realms. It is neither a dream nor a memory, but a reflection of all that could be. A mirror, waiting for those brave enough to look into it.
Lior stood at its edge, the silence around him thick and expectant. The Mirror was not made of glass, but of something older—something that felt like the space between moments, where time flickered like the light of distant stars.
He stepped closer, drawn by the pull of what lay within. The air shifted as he reached out, and in the reflection, he saw not his own face, but countless others—those he had once been, and those he might yet become.
The first image flickered: Lior as a child, stan
