Romans & histoires Polishing The Mirror

The mirror shone brightly, and the shadows let out a deafening shriek before dissolving into nothingness. --- A New Revelation As the light faded, the group found themselves standing in front of the mirror once more. This time, their reflections were normal. At the base of the mirror, an inscription appeared: “The truth lies within the reflection. Only by accepting yourselves can you move forward.” Anna touched the mirror again, and it revealed a hidden compartment. Inside was a small, glowing crystal. Ryan picked it up, his brow furrowed. “What is this?” “A piece of something bigger,” Anna said, her voice filled with both awe and dread.

Even though I can't see her but I know she was not watching the show and her gaze is fixed on me only. "Dude are you possessed?" Hredhaan asked making me shocked. "What? Possessed?" "Yeah, you keep glancing on that black mirror and are smiling like a fool. Which sane person will do that?" Of course, they will think like that after all the mirror is see-through from only one side. "It's a see-through mirror from one side. I need to assure her that I am fine." I cleared his confusion looking at the black glass beside me. "Chubby Cheeks?" Arjun enquired.

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.

“Would it matter a lot to you if I was crazy? Mad?” “What are you talking about now, Benny?” “Myself, and I shouldn’t do that. Let’s talk about you. Are you mad? No, sorry, I didn’t mean that.” “Benny. Slow down a bit. What are you trying to tell me?” “That mirror. It talks. I wouldn’t normally tell you, only I want to be completely honest with you.” “The mirror talks?” Benny nodded. Sharon stood up and went over to it. “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?”

"You're gender neutral. That's not the reason I summoned you. It's not even vaguely related." The mirror sighed, "Let me guess. It's about Snow being the fairest maiden in all the land." "It's about your slight malfunction the last time," I said through gritted teeth. "I need another reading. You were probably off because I hadn't used you in a long time." "You make it sound like I'm a broken watch. I'm never off." I waved it away even though I knew it was true. The mirror was never off. It was created to be perfectly accurate but there was no other logical explanation as to why it had said Snow was the fairest maiden. No fucking explanation! There had to have been a glitch somewhere.

“They have nothing on me.” “Sure, they don't. But, Rena, how exactly do you plan to handle this?” Ada asked, worry bleeding through tone. Mirena tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “The easiest way,” she replied. She merged into traffic smoothly, eyes focused ahead. “Do you know the disadvantage of a house of mirrors?” She asked and basked in the silence that followed afterwards. A smile curved her lips.. “It shatters the moment you throw a rock at it,” she continued. “Every reflection fractures. Every illusion collapses. The beauty people admired becomes something twisted and unrecognizable.”

“I would never” “You already have. You feed on righteousness, but you burn like her. You call it power. But it’s echo. Just like Vaelith.” “No.” “Yes. That’s the secret of the Mirror: every reflection can become you, if you stare long enough.” Aria clenched her fists. “I didn’t come for riddles. I came to destroy her.” The mirror-self shook her head. “Then you’re not ready.” “Then what am I supposed to do?”

"That’s all I ask." He stood up and left the room, leaving me alone with the sleeping baby. I looked in the mirror at my own reflection. The "Mirror of Malice" hadn't shattered at all. It had just grown larger, and now I was the one being asked to play the dirtiest game of all. I looked round and there was Maria peeping through the door hole, probably listening to Alpha Ricardo and I.

The mirror was no longer shattered; it was whole, reflecting a future where love wasn't a transaction, but a sanctuary. The End.

“I’m waiting for her answer.” ⸻ Below, Miriam led Amelia toward a narrow alcove hidden behind the twelfth pillar. Inside stood a large mirror framed in polished cedar. Unlike an ordinary mirror, its surface shimmered gently like calm water. “What is this?” Amelia asked. “The Mirror of Keepers.” “It doesn’t show your face.” “It shows your choice.” Amelia hesitated. “I don’t understand.” “You will.” Miriam stepped aside. “Look.” Amelia slowly approached the mirror. At first she saw only her own reflection.