Crushed Crystal Mirror の小説・ストーリー

he repeated. “I will remember your teachings.” Fred leaped to his feet and said, with an impish smile said, “Come with me.” Supporting him by the arm, we descended to his basement store, which had rows of shelves. In storage was his collection of hundreds of artifacts. There were the usual compasses, porcelain, paintings, statues, and rare stones. In the second row, he paused and picked up a mirror. “What is this?” “The Kami Mirror. Or the God's Mirror. It is a mirror encrusted in rare metal.“

EPISODE 1 — THE MIRROR The mirror hangs on the dressing room wall, framed in silver so heavy two men would struggle to move it from its mount. In the coffee shop where Mira’s life ended, the only mirrors were the small, smudged squares above the bathroom sinks — scratched with initials and hearts, reflecting faces tired from work and worry. Here, this glass is perfect, polished to a clarity that shows not just reflections but the faint ghost of what was there before. The silver frame carries cold like a block of ice pulled from winter water, and when she presses her palm against it, the metal leaves white marks on her skin that take seconds to fade.

The reflection was getting distorted, the unbroken parts were beginning to look broken too. Mira’s body in the reflection flickered once, a second time… and then, it vanished entirely. The rest followed. “No…” Alexa hissed. “This can't be happening.” But it was definitely happening. That wasn't even all of it. Her legs were trembling slightly so she put one leg forward to steady herself, but the moment she did, the orb cracked with a deafening sound. She halted abruptly. Another crack and the pieces of the object fell apart completely, like the sharpest sword had struck it.

I whispered, my voice quivering. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hyna said, her voice a soft whisper in my mind. "It is," I admitted, transfixed by my own reflection. After a few moments, the glowing stopped and I was back to my old self. The mirror reflected my normal appearance once again, as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, I was hit with a wave of pain in my abdomen. I screamed, and the mirror in front of me shattered, shards of glass flying in all directions. I felt disoriented, and I tried to reach out to Hyna, but there was no response.

The Mirror Room wasn’t built for comfort. It was made to fracture reality, to dismantle the sense of self. Floor to ceiling, the room was encased in flawless, polished glass. Every breath, every blink, every heartbeat reflected a thousand times over. There were no shadows here, just distortions—haunting, endless versions of whoever dared to step inside.

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

*** Alicia was in her nightgown and getting ready to sleep. As she stood in front of the mirror to comb her hair, she noticed that she hadn't taken off the necklace yet, "What an idiot! I showered with it" She then took the crystal and looked at it more closely. It started to shine, and in the mirror's reflection appeared a woman whose jet-black hair covered her face. Alicia thought she was hallucinating and checked behind her, but there was no one there. Fear overtook her. She then heard the sound of the mirror shattering and when she turned to look, the woman's hand gripped her neck and a black cloud from the crystal entered her.

The shattering of the mirrors did not bring silence; it brought a deafening, harmonic resonance that vibrated through the very marrow of Cattleya”s bones. Each shard of glass, suspended in the air by the force of the energy she had unleashed, began to rotate, spinning like a miniature, razor-edged turbine.

I wasn't going to break now. "Let the high elders bring out the Lunar Mirror," I declared, stepping toward the center of the pit, where a large, circular slab of obsidian stone was embedded into the floor. Old elder Silas exchanged a grave, solemn look with the other council members before nodding. He gestured to two cloaked shamans who stood at the back of the chamber. The shamans stepped forward, carrying a massive, heavily carved silver frame holding a piece of polished, dark crystal—the Lunar Mirror, an ancient artifact used to measure the purity and strength of a wolf's spiritual core.

The last one… was Elara. Mira stepped forward, and the reflection moved with her. “You’re not me,” she said. The Elara-mirror smirked. “No. I’m what’s left of who you tried to bury.” Mira clenched her fists. “I buried her for a reason.” “She’s not gone,” the reflection said. “You absorbed her. You wear her bones.” Suddenly, the mirror cracked—from the inside. Black static spilled out. And Mira woke up screaming. Carl was at her side in seconds. “What is it?”