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The Child in the Glass
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2025-12-01 08:00:393rd POV – The Reflection Realm
There was no up or down.
Only surfaces.
They emerged not onto ground but onto a plane of liquid glass, every step sending ripples of color across a world made of fractured light. Above them, an endless sky shimmered with ghost images: battles that never happened, conversations that were almost spoken, and lives that were almost lived.
Damian staggered as his boot sank ankle-deep into the reflective floor before solidifying again. “This place is wrong.”
“It’s consistent with its nature,” Eryx replied, his voice echoing oddly, as if someone else said every word half a second later. “Reflections don’t choose. They show what could have been and what never was.”
Mia lifted her hand.
The resonance answered, but faintly, like trying to talk through thick glass. Her connection to the bridge world felt muffled and distant. For the first time since she’d
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