Mara wandered into a city of mirrors, reflecting infinite versions of herself. Some stared back with fear, others with courage, others with sorrow. Each reflection held a lesson, a truth she had never faced: the price of ambition, the cost of love, the fragility of hope.


She walked streets lined with impossible architecture, buildings folding into themselves, streets vanishing into the sky. Shadows moved independently of the light. Whispers of herself echoed everywhere, guiding her steps, warning her of dangers, urging her to act.


She met other beings in the city—some human, some not. A girl with silver hair who claimed to be her sister from another thread, a man with eyes like liquid night who said he was the love she had lost. Each interaction taught her about herself, about how one choice could ripple across infinite worlds.


The shadow figure appeared again, smiling. “You are ready. But to return, you must let go of what you cannot keep.”