Chapter 53 Shadows In The Glass

• The mirror realm was nothing like the world they had left behind.
• One moment, Lucia’s hand was pressed firmly in Kelvin’s as they stepped through the glimmering surface, Mirabelle’s whispered blessing still clinging to their ears. The next, the air around them fractured into a kaleidoscope of light and shadow, as though they had been swallowed whole by a living prism.
• The ground beneath their feet was not solid earth but polished obsidian, smooth as water and endless in every direction. Their reflections stretched and twisted beneath them, following their steps with eerie precision. The air smelled sharp, like lightning had been captured and locked inside crystal.