When Eren opened his eyes, the world was… still.
The kind of still that wasn't quiet, but expectant — like the air was waiting to see what he'd do next.
He was standing in what looked like a room made entirely of mirrors, but none of them reflected him properly.
Every pane showed a different version — a boy with silver eyes and no pulse, a man whose veins burned gold, another whose skin cracked like lightning glass.
All of them looked back at him. None of them were him.
His pulse thrummed in his ears — heavy, uneven.
He pressed a hand to his chest and felt the shard beneath his skin vibrate, resonating with a low, ghostly hum.
The Mirror Origin. The place where his Pulse was born — or rewritten.
Then, a voice — not Draven's this time. Not Kael's.
A whisper, light as static.
"Eren Vail… Pulseworn."
He turned sharply.
Standing across from him was the woman from his vision — the one on the tower, the one Lyra called the Observer.
Her eyes shimmered with fragments of gold and shadow. Her face was both kind and unreadable.
"You shouldn't be here yet," she said softly.
Eren swallowed. "Then why am I?"
She smiled, faint and sad. "Because the Pulse remembers what you've forgotten."
The mirrors began to ripple like water. One by one, they flickered — showing moments from his life.
His first spark of lightning.
Kael's hand reaching through the fire to pull him out.
The way Kael had looked at him — not as a creation, but as something real.
Eren's throat tightened. "He lied to me."
The Observer tilted her head. "He gave you a life. There's a difference."
Her gaze softened. "Love born from creation isn't false, Eren. It's proof that even the unnatural can feel."
He wanted to believe that.
But then another image appeared — Draven's smirk, the shimmer of the mirror city behind him.
The way he had said, you can't escape your own origin.
"Then what am I supposed to be?" Eren whispered. "A memory? A weapon?"
The Observer's voice was a murmur of thunder. "You're neither. You're what the Pulse chose to become."
She reached out, pressing her palm against his chest — over the shard's glow.
It flared bright violet, streaked with gold.
"Every origin breaks before it's reborn," she said. "You're breaking, Eren — but that means you're almost becoming."
The world began to fracture again, glass shards lifting around him like wings.
Through the cracks, he saw Kael — shouting his name, reaching for him from the other side of the mirror storm.
And behind Kael… Draven, smiling like he had already won.
The Observer's voice echoed as the light began to swallow him whole.
"When you wake… remember this — the Pulse does not serve love or hate. It only reflects what you choose to keep."
Eren reached out, desperate, lightning pouring from his fingertips — toward Kael, toward something real.
The glass shattered again, and his body was pulled through the storm of mirrors.
He didn't know if he was falling back to Kael or deeper into himself.
But for the first time, he didn't resist the pull.
He embraced it.
The Pulse sang — wild, unbound — and Eren vanished into its glow.
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