The spiral had never been this quiet.
No winds. No echoes. Not even the sound of Aarohi's heartbeat.
Only three mirrors stood before her.
Each mirror showed a version of herself.
But only one was truly her.
🪞 Mirror One: The Flame
Aarohi stood tall — eyes sharp, her body cloaked in black robes, hands burning with the power of destruction.
This Aarohi had killed Vrinda to protect the spiral.
She had erased Devsena and Avantika from existence to "restore balance."
Her eyes said:
"Sometimes sacrifice is the only language destiny understands."
🪞 Mirror Two: The Fall
This version wore white — soft, innocent, and broken.
She had refused the power. She'd chosen love over fate, saved Ishaan… but lost everything.
The spiral collapsed. Time fractured.
And she lived alone… in a world that never remembered her.
Tears filled her eyes. She whispered:
"I chose kindness… and it destroyed the world."
🪞 Mirror Three: The Forgotten
This version looked almost like Aarohi — but older.
Wiser.
Silent.
Her eyes held centuries of pain… and memories from every loop.
She had lived all lives.
All versions.
All endings.
And she had forgotten who she truly was.
She spoke calmly:
"You are not here to pick a path. You are here to end the spiral… or become it."
🔮 The Choice
Ishaan appeared beside Aarohi, breathing hard.
"This is the last trial. You have to pick… one."
"You can't be all. You can't carry every version inside you."
Aarohi looked at each version… each echo…
Then at her own trembling hands.
Suddenly, a fourth mirror — hidden behind the others — began to shimmer.
In it, Aarohi wasn't alone.
She stood with Vrinda. With Avantika. Devsena. Ishaan.
All alive. All broken. All healing.
But that path… was not given.
She would have to create it.
Aarohi stepped forward.
And shattered all the mirrors.
✨ Aftermath
A blinding light. A spiral scream.
And when Aarohi opened her eyes, she was standing in a field of time-lilies.
And across from her — stood Vrinda.
Vrinda smiled, finally at peace.
"The vessel has chosen.
Not fate. Not fear.
But faith."
And as the spiral reset for the last time…
Aarohi whispered:
"This time… we write our own prophecy."