Mirror
The air in the mirror world is faintly sweet, yet somehow carries a burnt scent. The plants slowly shift shape as if breathing, and watching their transformation alone makes you feel the distortion of time's flow on your skin. The librarian manipulates magical light, analyzing the plants' energy. The light shimmers in seven colors like a rainbow, coloring the space. The historian repeatedly flips through ancient documents, searching for something. The furrow between his brows spoke of deep concentration.
I became conscious of the power of immortality. I tried to sense the flow of energy in this space through my five senses—no, beyond that, deep within my soul. A faint, pulsing resonance coursed through my entire body. It was a different melody from the symphony of the universe, yet deeply connected to it.
“...This space... it's like... a gigantic instrument...”
I murmured involuntarily. At those words, the Librarian and the Historian turned around simultaneously.
“An instrument...?” the Librarian asked, sounding intrigued. “What do you mean by that?”
“This flow of energy... feels like it shares a structure similar to the cosmic symphony... yet it's more complex, more... chaotic... like mad music...” I envisioned the ancient harp of Atlantis. That harp was crafted to play the cosmic symphony, but the energy in this space felt like it was playing a different, more primal, dangerous music.
“...Chaotic... music...?” The historian murmurs thoughtfully. “The ancient texts... stated that the energy of the Mirror World is filled with a force distinct from Atlantean magic... an energy called the ‘Power of Chaos’...”
“The Power of Chaos...?” The librarian slowly shook his head. “The Atlantean civilization attempted to control that power... but failed... The texts stated that this Mirror World was born as a result...”
“...If we could control this ‘Power of Chaos’...” I said quietly. “We might escape this space... and uncover the shadowed schemes of the Atlantis civilization...”
Silence filled the space. Yet it was not a quietness filled with tension. The slow transformation of the plants, and the chaotic energy resonating within my soul. While keeping us trapped in this mirror world, they were gradually beginning to reveal their true nature.
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