Novel & Cerita Through The Looking Glass Ruins

​The Forest of Mirrors was dying. The ink-black fluid spilling from Sarah’s mirror didn’t just coat the obsidian ground; it ate through the reflection of reality itself, turning the majestic, silvered trees into brittle, charcoal husks. The psychic weight of the collapse was suffocating. Every cracked pane of glass shrieked as it disintegrated, releasing the trapped whispers of a thousand stolen moments. ​Sarah stood amidst the ruins, untouched by the decay. She watched Laura and Dave with a gaze that held the clinical detachment of a mapmaker surveying a doomed border.

I dream of the day when I will see you again and be able to walk by your side, in peace… But the front door creaking open interrupted me. I had barely noticed, but the day outside was over and the black sky with light blue tones revealed itself quickly. Gomez was back. — How it was? – I dropped the notebook aside, getting up quickly in the middle of the empty apartment. — It looks a lot worse than I thought.– He scratched his head, a worried expression on his face. — What did you discover? – I fussed. — Can’t find out much in less than twenty-four hours, Luke – he said, dropping his bag on the dusty floor – there’s a Sandro behind you.

“There’s only one path. You need to travel north, through the Wildthorn Forest. The trees there grow so thick that the sunlight barely reaches the ground. There’s a river to the west of the forest—it’s the only way across the land that leads directly to the Ruins.” Alex’s eyes flickered, her expression tight. “You’ll need to stay off the main trails. The creatures that roam those parts aren’t… friendly. You’ll have to be quiet, stay hidden. And when you reach the Ruins…” She paused, her breath catching. “You’ll know you’re there. The moment you step into the place, you’ll feel it. The air is different, heavy, like the ground itself is watching you.” “You need to keep your guard up,” Ronan ad

His thoughts raced, and he muttered to himself, "If those were the little things, what on earth are the main things?" O'Malley didn’t miss a beat. He turned and pointed to the screen behind him, where a rough, incomplete layout of the ruins came into focus. Danial and the others leaned forward, studying the details closely. A portion of the ruins, notably the sections leading deeper underground, appeared blurred and distorted, almost as if the scan had hit an invisible wall.

Daevon continued to scream, curse and throw whatever he found at the place while on the other hand, I only continued to cry; not wanting to look at him. A few seconds passed by and slowly I noticed him stop. It was only that time that I had the courage to open my eyes. When I glanced to look at wherever he was, my heart felt like it was stabbed into millions of pieces. He was there, sitting on the floor; his eyes staring into space while a lot of scattered broken pieces of glasses were all over the place. I also noticed some blood on his fist and knees as if he did something no human should do.

Ruin said, finishing the pattern. Pushing back all anything and everything that wasn’t strength and confidence, I spoke. “We’ll see who breaks.” The pattern glowed, melting the portions of the mirror it was drawn in as if it was made of light, and a passage connected the ice castle with the museum again. “You couldn’t have opened it anywhere else?” I said. “And you couldn’t have been any more grateful, right? I stalked your stalkers, and this is where they led me, alright? It’s not like I enjoy being in this place, anyway.” He secured the inkpot and quill safely in his overcoat.

**A Future Rewritten** The ruins of the once-grand mansion lay quiet under the pale morning light. The air, no longer heavy with an oppressive energy, was crisp and clear, carrying the promise of a new beginning. Clara stood at the edge of the debris, her fingers tightly clasped around Wickham’s hand. Behind them, Margaret, the Guardian, and the children surveyed the aftermath of the relic’s destruction. “This doesn’t feel real,” Margaret murmured, crouching to pick up a fragment of the broken stone that had once been the foundation of their home. “It’s like waking up from a nightmare.”

“Whatever took her—it isn’t of this world.” Kaelen turned, eyes blazing. “You think I don’t know that?” “I think you’ve forgotten to breathe,” Dorian replied, tone even. He gestured toward the center of the ruined hall. “Look.” At the heart of the ruin lay the remnants of the mirror gate — a jagged ring of crystal still pulsing with weak light. Energy shimmered around it, faint and fractured. The sigil etched into the stones burned in ghostly patterns, fading and returning like the beat of a dying heart.

Instead, I check the magazine in my gun and say, “Let’s move.” --- Liana’s POV We descend through the valley as the last of the light fades. The air smells of rust and memory. Every step closer to the ruins makes my pulse race faster. The fence is easy to slip through. Inside, the silence is deafening. The buildings are cracked and hollow, the windows blind with soot. The ground crunches under our boots. Somewhere in the distance, a metal door creaks open. I freeze. Axel raises a finger to his lips, signaling for quiet. Then we move — slow, deliberate. We slip into what used to be the main hall. The walls are lined with shattered glass tanks, tubes curling out like veins. My reflection stare