Novel & Cerita Mirror Poems

In the quietude of his room, with the soft hum of the night outside, Asher lay there, his tired body seeking reprieve, while his restless mind continued to navigate the labyrinth of emotions that Ezra's presence had stirred within him. On the other side of the night, in the quiet solitude of her room, Ezra sat in front of her mirror, eyes fixed on her reflection. Droplets of water trickled down from her long hair, evidence of the refreshing shower she had just taken. As she stared into her own eyes, a flood of memories from the reunion surged through her.

They walked on. The Mirror Fields were vast. This meant that it took nearly two hours before they saw the first sign of life: a mirror that is representing an individual object in the middle of the field. Its frame was draped with vines that ate into the wall yet the glass portion was pristine, almost excessive. It caught the group as they were in movement but not really as they were; each reflection was not static but changed and revealed other versions of the group. A younger Serakha. A bloodied Lucian. A man in Arden laughing with strangers. They stopped, staring.

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 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.

she said and he stroked his beard thoughtfully. "The twin moons is a weapon. It was conjured by a lightbearer who had the abilities of a witch. She was never the same even after the twin moon served it's purpose. The twin moons can only be conjured by using the mirror of mirrors. It happens when the light reflects off the surface of the mirror of mirrors, directly to the blood moon. I presume you know what happens next" Ivagon said. "Yes, we know that. Where do we find the mirror of mirrors?" I asked. Ivagon shook his head with a mournful look on his face.

She smirked, setting out the plates and she proceeded to scoop cups of rice inside the small sack. “It is not about what you think, Yana.” “So, what it is all about?” Yana asked, trying to figure the statement I uttered. “Can we take this mirror off, Yana?” “What do you mean?” Yana wondered, wiping off the bottom part of the rice container before putting it back to its shaft. “Yana,” I came closer to her. “When the mirror has gap, there is a possibility that the mirror is two-way. It means that there might be the back of it can be seen by others from there to here.”

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

“What am I looking at?” “A spell she created about six months before she cursed the Veyraths. It’s called the ‘Mirror Bond.’” Iris traced one of the symbols. “It’s designed to link two souls so completely that they become reflections of each other. What one feels, the other feels. What one knows, the other knows. Complete, total unity.” “That sounds…” “Terrifying? Intimate? Like the worst idea ever?” “All of the above.”

The house seemed to hold its breath as she moved through the room, her footsteps muffled against the old floorboards. The mirror stood at the center, its frame dark and ornate, gleaming in the dim light. She had seen this mirror before, had felt its presence in her dreams, in the whispers of the house. This mirror was not just a reflection; it was a doorway. A doorway to the past, to the lives that had been lived in this house, to the women who had been trapped in its walls.

And then replied: > “Only if it means someone else gets to speak.” Mirrorwall (resonance) There was no echo when her voice touched the stone. But it left shape. A soft ripple. And a glint. Not reflection. Recognition. The kind a mirror holds when it no longer shows what was. Only what is still arriving.