Sera tumbles through the mirror, her body weightless, her thoughts fragmenting. No air. No light. Just voices overlapping, ancient, like entire civilizations whispering at once.
Then, a sudden impact.
She hits something solid, not ground, not quite. It feels like... memory.
She staggers to her feet. The sky above her is cracked like glass, clouds bleeding backwards in reverse time. Trees grow upside down. Mountains float. And on the horizon: a massive stone gate suspended mid-air, glowing with a golden pulse.
Etched above it, in the First Tongue:
> “THE MIRROR GATE: MEMORY IS THE PRICE.”
A Realm Beyond Time
The place is called the Forgotten Fold, a place not even gods can enter without risking their sanity.
But Sera is different. She was born from it.
She walks forward. The atm
