Through The Looking Glass Ruins Novels & Stories

The corpses on the floor were in such a disfigured state that even those who had lived with trolls all their lives in rotten swamps would vomit. It all looked like a man was shot out of a cannon, and the other two seemed to be passed through a spaghetti machine. I put my hand over my mouth. — I think this is my limit...— I bent down and took out a magnifying glass.— Look! Have you ever seen such a thing?— I picked up a piece of glass rubbish, similar to resin, a piece of glass. — I do not know, I do not think I have seen this...—Hayden held out a finger.

Swinging in and lightly on the hinges as though some vengeful ghost was moving it on purpose just to scare the unwanted visitors. I am the unwanted visitor. The three symmetrically lined up, almost one-story-high windows were all destroyed. The only reason I could tell they were windows and not holes in the walls was the glass shards that managed to stay tightly in place. Since most of the glass was gone, the remaining fragments resembled the warped mouth of a jack-o-lantern on Halloween night. These glass shards are so old that they were discolored and looked like the color of someone’s urine layered with thick dust.

I shot back. Silence stretched between us. Rain fell harder now. Finally, she sighed softly. “Okay,” she said. “Then we find another way.” I nodded once. “Good.” We reached the ruins. Up close, I could see they were not buildings. They were bones. Stone shaped like rib cages. Arches like spinal columns. Fossil remains of something too big to imagine alive. Melissa stared up at them. “This place is older than the gate.” “Great,” I muttered. “Love that for us.”

Images flashed in her mind—flickering lights, jagged landscapes, and an overwhelming sense of urgency. “There’s another fracture,” she said, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of sensations. “But it’s... different. It’s not forming. It’s already there, waiting.” Crane leaned forward, his expression tense. “Do you know where?” Emma opened her eyes, the glow of the key reflected in their depths. “The ruins. Near the eastern ridge.” Vivienne’s smirk faded, replaced by a frown. “The ruins? That place is a labyrinth. If the force is setting a trap, that’s exactly where it would do it.”

Garrick had said in his last seconds before disappearing into the darkness, and I had followed that hint, that whisper: “The truth lies beneath the ruins.” I had no option but to look for it. The ruins in question were located deep within the Nightclaw stronghold's deserted subterranean chambers, which were old tunnels that existed before the packs. Unaffected by time and forgotten by people who were afraid of what was inside, the entrance had been concealed beneath thick roots and fallen stone. My hands were bleeding from picking through the rubble, and I had been clearing the way for hours. I was now on the verge of something much older than I could understand.

Each step left no shadow. In the distance, she could see them—fragments of glass jutting from the earth like the ribs of a fallen god. The Mirror Hall wasn’t a building. It was a ruin suspended between dimensions, half-solid, half-reflection. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “It’s a trap,” Kian replied grimly. “Probably both.”

And that's also the 'Somewhere' I mentioned before. Riche - I see, and you object to the ruins being destroyed in order to conceal that? Tio - Think of it what you will. You'll understand everything when we get there. And you need to buy special shoes to cross the desert because that's where the ruins are located. Ramius - Then let's go get those shoes and head towards the ruins. Gurigura - Um... Can I come too? Issei - Of course. We're glad to have you, Gurigura.

“Even that fool was able to decipher it. It was all a game for them.” “No, I can’t have her ruin my life,” Josephine muttered as she walked toward the tall mirror in her room. She stared at her reflection. “Selena, I will not have you and your daughter play me like a fool. You think I will wait around while you strike, Violet dear?” Her voice was stained with disdain.

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

The Weight of What Remains There are moments that split your life in two — the before and the after. You don’t always see them coming. Sometimes they’re quiet, slipping in on an ordinary night. Sometimes they arrive with the sound of a door being kicked in and a gun going off. Either way, when the dust settles, you realize the person you were before no longer exists. I’ve lived through more of those moments than I care to count.