The fog crept across the ground like a living thing, coiling around trees and the rubble left behind by past battles, while **Adam** stood in the middle of the ancient square, his brow furrowed. His body had changed—he was no longer that terrified young man who had stumbled into **Nimora** by accident. His muscles were taut, his steps confident, and his eyes carried a look of determination... along with something else he no longer knew how to name.
**Laboubo** perched on his shoulder, sleeping strangely, as if conserving his energy for something great yet to come. Behind him stood **Zera**, gripping her metallic sword, which pulsed with threads of violet light and emitted a faint hum the closer they got to **the Vortex**. This vortex wasn't something natural to **Nimora**—it was a whirlwind of memories, a storm of scattered voices, screams, and fragmented images.
Adam stepped closer, dizziness washing over him. He saw his grandmother's face there—the moment of her death, the moment he wept, the moment the key fell from her hand onto the floor of the old room... Then the image vanished, replaced by a man in a black coat standing behind a mirror—**the mirror that had shattered in his grandmother's room**.
*"Do you see that too?"* Zera whispered, her eyes widening in horror.
Adam nodded.
*"Yes... That mirror isn't a mirror. It's a gateway."*
This was a piece of information from his grandmother's notebook, which he had continued reading over the past nights. It mentioned something about **"the Original Mirror"**, a mysterious entity separating the two worlds—its existence was the only thing preventing **Nimora** from overrunning Earth.
*"What happens if that mirror shatters completely?"* Zera asked in a low voice.
Adam replied after a moment of silence,
*"The barrier will fall... and an entity no one can stop will be born."*
Zera looked at him, but her eyes weren't searching for answers—they were searching for reassurance.
*"Can we stop it?"*
*"Maybe... but only if we enter through the other door."*
They moved toward the vortex, and suddenly, **Laboubo** jolted awake and cried out:
*"Wait! The door lies in the heart of the storm, but whoever crosses it will never be the same! This door only opens for those who have lost everything."*
Adam smiled—a smile not filled with hope, but with resolve.
*"I've already lost everything... My grandmother, my life, my old self... And now, I might not even be her real grandson."*
He raised the pendant, now glowing with an eerie light, and said:
*"Let's uncover the truth... whatever it may be."*
With the next step, he and Zera were pulled into the storm.
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**To the Reader:**
What would you do if you discovered that the mirror in your grandmother's house wasn't a mirror... but a door to the end of the world?
Would you have the courage to cross **"a door in the heart of the storm"**?
Share your thoughts... and recharge your lantern. Darkness approaches, and the truth awaits its reveal.
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