As soon as I gained enlightenment, the reflection appeared in front of me once more.
The reflection turned and started walking without a word, gliding silently through the corridor, its mirror-like footsteps crunching against the glass floor.
It turned, gesturing with fluid motions for me to follow, and I obeyed without hesitation. Something in its calm, deliberate movement reminded me that it was both guide and observer, and I knew better than to ignore it.
The corridor stretched before us, but already I could sense the cave shifting, warping in ways impossible outside the trials. The pale fog I had walked through before was gone, replaced by something new, something alive with color.
The walls were no longer crystalline white but deep blue stone, veins of green crystals cutting through the rock like wild lightning frozen in place.
