The atmosphere of the Shard of Mirrors was not thick with smog or poetic ink; it was saturated with a blinding, relentless light. As The Echo of Wood descended, the glare off the planet’s surface forced Han to shield his eyes. This Shard was a masterpiece of vanity—a world composed of interconnected platforms of polished silver and obsidian glass, all reflecting the inhabitants in their most "perfect" light.
The Silver Key began to vibrate with a high-pitched, frantic frequency. It wasn't the rhythmic ticking of the Shard of Gears, but a desperate, needy throb.
"The resonance here is... exhausting," Elara whispered, her hand hovering over the Archive-Seed parchment. "It’s not just about what people are doing. It’s about how they are being seen."
"This is the Validation Loop," Vahn expla
