章節 23: Chapter 22: The Mirror of Souls
Adrian's breath caught in his throat as he stepped through the mirror. The world on the other side was not the chaotic wasteland he had expected, but an eerie stillness greeted him. He stood in a long, dimly lit corridor, lined on both sides with mirrors that stretched high into the vaulted ceiling above. Each mirror reflected not only his form but something deeper—faint shadows flickered within them, as though the mirrors themselves harbored forgotten memories or lost souls.
The air was thick, oppressive, and silent except for the soft hum of energy pulsing through the corridor. Every step Adrian took echoed around him, making him feel like an intruder in a place that had been long abandoned. His reflection in the mirrors stared back, but his eyes were different—darker, older, as though they had witnessed things he could not yet remember.
As he walked, the mirrors shifted. His reflection began to change, morphing into different versions of himself—some young and innocent, others older, gaunt, and broken. He stopped in front of one mirror, staring at the figure it presented. This Adrian was pale, his face gaunt, eyes hollow with despair. His hands were stained with something dark, and a haunting sadness clung to him like a shadow.
"You know who you are," the reflection whispered, though its lips didn't move. "But do you know who you've become?"
Adrian recoiled, shaking his head as if to deny the reflection's accusation, but deep down, he felt its truth. The longer he stayed in this place, the more pieces of himself seemed to unravel. The weight of his past, his choices, his mistakes—they were all catching up to him.
He continued walking, each mirror showing a different version of himself—some heroic, others monstrous, all pieces of a fractured soul. His mind raced with questions. Was this real? Were these mirrors showing him possibilities or truths? Was this some cruel game being played by the entity he had encountered in the boundless dark?
Suddenly, a voice echoed down the corridor. It wasn't the sinister, faceless figure's voice this time—it was soft, familiar.
"Adrian." The voice was gentle, soothing, but laced with sorrow.
He spun around, searching for its source. His heart pounded as he recognized the voice—it was her. The girl he had saved, the one whose life he had fought so hard to protect in the operating room. Her voice was distant, but unmistakable.
"Where are you?" Adrian called, his voice thick with desperation.
The mirrors around him flickered, the reflections becoming distorted as the air pulsed with unseen energy. A mirror ahead began to ripple like water, and from its surface, a figure stepped through.
It was the girl, but not as he remembered her. She was translucent, like a ghost, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and regret. She wore the same hospital gown, and her dark hair clung to her pale face. But there was something ethereal about her now, as if she existed between worlds.
"Adrian," she said softly, her voice echoing around the corridor. "You shouldn't be here."
He reached out, wanting to touch her, but his hand passed through her form like smoke. "I don't understand," he said, his voice trembling. "Why are you here? What is this place?"
The girl's eyes filled with sadness as she glanced around at the mirrors. "This is the place where the soul is laid bare. Where truth and memory intertwine. But it's dangerous for you… the shadows here—they're watching you."
Adrian's gaze followed hers to the mirrors. The reflections were no longer of him—they were of faceless figures, moving silently behind the glass. He took a step back, his heart racing as the figures pressed against the surface, their hands clawing at the barrier, their mouths opening in soundless screams.
"They want something from me," Adrian whispered, his eyes wide with terror.
"They want what you've hidden," the girl replied, her voice growing more distant. "They want the part of you you've kept locked away."
Adrian shook his head, unable to comprehend. "What have I hidden? What do they want?"
She reached out, her hand hovering near his chest, though she couldn't touch him. "Your past. The truth about what you did. You've buried it, Adrian, but it's time to face it."
Suddenly, the mirrors began to crack, spiderwebbing from the corners as the faceless figures pressed harder against the glass. The air grew thick with tension, and the hum of energy turned into a low, vibrating drone that filled the corridor.
The girl's form began to fade, her voice growing weaker. "They're coming. You need to leave before they break through."
Adrian's pulse raced. "How do I get out? Where do I go?"
She glanced over her shoulder as if sensing the approaching danger. "There's a way out, but you have to find the door. It's hidden—between the mirrors. Don't let them catch you."
With that, she was gone, her form dissolving into the ether, leaving Adrian alone in the crumbling corridor.
The mirrors shattered simultaneously, the sound like a thousand windows breaking at once. From the shards, the faceless figures began to emerge, their bodies shifting and writhing, moving toward him with relentless purpose.
Panic surged through him. He sprinted down the corridor, searching for the door the girl had mentioned. The figures closed in, their hollow eyes fixed on him, their hands reaching out to grasp him.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it—a narrow gap between two mirrors, barely visible, pulsing with a faint light. Without hesitation, Adrian dove toward it, squeezing through just as the faceless figures lunged at him.
He stumbled into a small, dark room. The door slammed shut behind him, and the faceless figures clawed at it from the other side, their howls muffled but persistent.
Adrian collapsed against the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The silence returned, but it was different now—he was safe, for the moment.
But he knew, deep in his soul, that this journey was far from over.
The truth, whatever it was, was waiting for him on the other side of the next door.
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