MIRA’S POV
The grass was warm beneath my feet, though the sun barely touched the valley. Morning dew clung to every petal, catching the faint light in ways that made even silence feel alive.
Lira sat cross-legged in the center of the clearing, her silver-lined cloak pooling around her like mist. She was impossibly calm, always. As if the world bent to her rhythm.
“You’re staring,” she said, smirking without looking up.
“You talk like we’ve known each other for years.”
She opened her eyes, tilting her head. “Maybe we have.”
I didn’t press that. With Lira, time was slippery.
“Alright,” she said, patting the ground in front of her. “Come here, Mirror.”
“Will you stop calling me that?”
“No. It’s what you are.” Her smile softened. “You reflect, you refract, and soon... you'll pierce through what binds you.”
I sat down, eyeing her with suspicion and curiosity. “You said yesterday that I had abilities you could help me unlock. What exactly are we talking about?”
She leaned forward, eyes glow
