Adam had no idea how much the truth had toyed with him. The wind blowing through the glass palace windows sounded like a whisper, and the echo of his footsteps down the long corridor could only be heard by him… or so he thought.
"Adam," came a voice from behind.
He turned quickly—and there stood **Zera**, on the threshold of an old door he didn't remember ever seeing. She looked different—calmer, yet more dangerous. She wasn't smiling, but her eyes held something mysterious, as if she knew a truth he wasn't yet ready to bear.
She approached and said softly:
> "It's time you learned who you are… or at least, who you think you are."
He froze in place.
— "Zera, what do you mean?"
She pointed to the door behind her.
> "The answer lies here. But you won't come out the same."
He followed her in...
The room was circular, windowless, with a large mirror in the center, covered by a black cloth.
Zera stepped forward and lifted the cloth. The mirror didn't reflect Adam… but someone else: a small child, no older than ten, standing in an abandoned garden, with a burned doll at his feet.
— "Who is that child?" Adam whispered, stepping back.
Zera didn't answer.
The mirror began to shift on its own, like it was playing a reel of memories that weren't his… or maybe ones that belonged to him more than he realized.
He saw a woman who looked like his grandmother, but younger, holding the crying child.
There was no sound—only oppressive silence and a flood of images.
Suddenly, an image appeared: a necklace just like Adam's—but around the neck of a young woman with eyes the color of midnight.
— "That's my mother…" Adam uttered with difficulty.
Zera nodded.
> "And not in the way you thought. The woman who raised you—she's not your mother. Not even your grandmother."
The words caught in his throat.
— "What are you saying?"
Zera looked him dead in the eye and said slowly:
> "You're a project, Adam. Placed in this world not to live… but to be watched."
His heart trembled. But before he could speak, the mirror flared again.
An image of **Lapopo** appeared—but in his true size.
He wasn't the cute creature Adam remembered.
He was towering, monstrous, with dark wings and cold, piercing eyes fixed on Adam.
— "Lapopo…?"
But the voice that came from the mirror wasn't Lapopo's.
It was another voice—deep and heavy:
> **"Welcome, Heir of the False Light."**
Adam screamed—but the room vanished.
…
He awoke suddenly on a bed of black stone.
Zera was nowhere to be seen.
But this wasn't Nimora. And it wasn't Earth.
It was… something else. A place between shadow and truth.
And before his bed…
A man who looked exactly like him—but older, and with a single gray eye.
The man said:
> "You've passed the first test… but can you survive the next?"
Adam stood, teetering between madness and clarity.
— "Who are you?!"
> "I'm you… if you had chosen the other side."
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### **🧠 Human Test – Consciousness Proof:**
Can you tell truth from reflection?
Copy and paste this link in your browser to prove you're not just another shadow in this world:
https://unlockcontent.net/cp/i/q8320?preview=1#
*If you pass, perhaps the gates to Part Twenty-Five will open.*
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### **📌 Engage with the story:**
Do you believe Adam is the *true heir*, or merely a vessel to unlock something greater?
Share your thoughts:
If you were in his place, would you face the truth… or run from it?
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