Lena’s POV — Beneath the Mirror
The farther they went, the more the mirror realm twisted about them. There were no more trees or ice lakes. They now went through halls of light and shade, with echoes whispering down the walls and reflections shimmering out of sync.
Time had unravelled here—memories walked behind them, stepping in and out of the corridor like ghosts. The way ahead divided into three mirrored bridges hovering over an unending chasm. Each bridge mirrored a different version of their party: one with Damien injured, one with Lyra engulfed in flames, and one with Lena standing alone. "Which one is real?" Lyra asked, her gaze narrowed.
"They all are," Lena said quietly. "Or none."
They took the centre bridge, with Damien bleeding and his sword hanging behind him. "Th
