The Moonborn realm shimmered with a pale, pearlescent light that felt ancient and eternal. Aria's bare feet pressed into the cold crystal floor, yet her soul burned with heat. Caleb stood beside her, his breath steady but his eyes clouded with the weight of everything they had just seen—everything that now stirred in the sacred space before them.
They had crossed the threshold of the Moon's sanctum—a place no mortal had walked for centuries. The silver-lit hall seemed to bend time itself, echoing with whispered fragments of prophecy and long-forgotten songs. And at the center of it all, suspended within an arch of lunar stone, hung the Mirror of the Moon.
It pulsed softly.
Caleb stepped forward, but Aria reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Wait," she said, her voice hoarse with instinct. "Do you feel that?"
He nodded. "The mirror… it's alive."
