The moment Ren stepped onto the fractured expanse, the world twisted in ways his mind barely managed to contain.
The sky above was not one single color, but layers of broken glass smeared across an endless horizon—crimson shards bleeding into violet, streaks of obsidian tearing into pale blue. Every time Ren blinked, the heavens shifted, like someone was turning a kaleidoscope too violently.
Beneath his boots, the ground wasn't ground at all. It was made of broken reflections, smooth yet uneven, each step rippling across shards that carried faint impressions of other lives—his childhood self laughing, the boy who had first crossed into this mirror world, the countless faces of strangers he had never met but who somehow knew him.
