Novel & Cerita Mirror Image Books

It was the whole thing that shove all the doubt away from my system. Not to include the shelves that was countless and height the endless. It was reflected back and forth, even seem the entire place has no walls and just an ended sight to be hold. Filled with nothing but books. I scanned everything from down bellow with my mouth halfly open. Strangely I couldn't see my reflection to the mirror that was make up the whole structure of the Library, yet I didn't react the way I should or even strange the weirdness of this place. I find it hard to explain but I shove all the doubts away at once. That's because at the deepest of the shelves was the portrait the like of which scream mysteriously!

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.

My fingers tingled. The stairs ended in a wide underground chamber. Lit by glowing orbs floating above black marble. The walls were carved with runes. Shelves lined with scrolls. Vials. Bones. Ancient spellbooks. And in the center? A mirror. Not just any mirror. It shimmered like water. Swirled like smoke. I stepped closer, eyes narrowing—until suddenly, the mirror flared with light, and a vision appeared. Golden wings. Burning eyes. A man screaming in rage. My breath caught.

Books were scattered around her like a storm had passed, each one yanked from the library shelves as if she were waging a personal war against every single page. “Listen to this one,” she said sometime around three in the morning, holding a book up to the lamp’s soft glow. “‘The trial of Luna Sera Vael, conducted in the year of the Blood Moon, concluded after six hours of continuous combat, during which the challenger employed both shifted form and a paralytic compound derived from–’” She cut herself off. “Actually, scratch that one.” “Mira.” “I’m curating,” she said, voice steady. “There are good ones. Precedents that went well.”

Ximena places her stuff quickly in a neat pile and I place the box on the ground before unpacking it. The thick books are all looking really old, with leather bindings, golden lettering, and thick yellow paper. I read the covers; Magia elemental, La historia de la magia, Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana, Guía de brujas, Libro de encantamientos, Libro de los muertos, Leyedas mágicas and book with no letters on its covers, just an upside down tree. I wonder what that one is about. For everyone wondering, here are the translations:

I had no interest in that so I just kept walking until I reached my room. I immediately went in and sat on the sofa bed. I don't know how I will end this day. Can I read a book? I stood up again and looked at the shelves with books. It was meant to be used as a book for my studies. Rare flowers. That's what's written in the book. I didn't read it because I didn't need to. I don't really like reading either. I will only read if necessary. So I brought the rather large book. The books here are a bit different because they are not like printed books. This is handwritten and the images are drawn, but that's okay because the writer's calligraphy is beautiful.