Night.
Inside a dark apartment with the lights turned off, a hoarse voice suddenly cut through the silence.
"Finally… Yessss...!"
At first, one might imagine something dramatic or bizarre was taking place. But no, there was nothing like that.
In front of a laptop screen glowing faintly in the pitch black, a lone figure sat hunched forward, their silhouette barely discernible. Whether they were a man or woman was unclear in the shadows. What was clear was the excitement vibrating in the air around the person.
The person was watching something, that had completely consumed their attention.
From the speakers of the laptop, a familiar show played: 'Loki Season 2'. Onscreen, Loki approached the broken strands of time scattered by the destruction of the Temporal Loom. As he gathered the timelines—treating them like mere threads—the viewer on the other end of the screen felt a rush of emotion.
When Loki reshaped the chaos into a radiant Yggdrasil, a tree made of timelines pulsing with ethereal green light, the figure leapt up from the bed, eyes wide in awe.
And then came the final moment. The throne rose from nothing and Loki sat.
The Multiverse bloomed.
The light, the symbolism, the orchestration—everything collided into a moment that made their heart race.
The person clenched a fist and raised it high into the air, shouting with wild enthusiasm:
"Yes… THIS is peak fiction!"
The walls surely echoed. The neighbours probably groaned. But whoever this was—the person didn't care. Perhaps this wasn't the first time they'd disturbed the peace.
After a pause, the voice continued in a softer, contemplative tone:
"Marvel really outdid itself. So poetic, I remember… the title of this last episode, it was 'Glorious Purpose'. Same as the very first episode, what a full-circle moment… A villain finding redemption, earning his crown and our hearts."
Then came a sudden, ragged bout of coughing.
Cough. Cough. Cough. Cough.
But the person didn't seem too concerned. They muttered dryly, "Just a cold. Feels like my lungs are coming out, though."
They stumbled around the room, rummaging through drawers and shelves. After some time, the voice sighed with relief.
"Ah, finally found the medicine. Should've turned on the damn light in the first place."
Gulp.
After swallowing the medicine, the person closed the laptop with a satisfied grunt. But didn't notice the strange thing that followed, the faintest tendrils of gray fog leaking from the laptop's edge as it shut.
After the laptop was set aside, the person's eyes started to grow heavier with each passing second.
"Mmm… would be so nice if Lord of the Mysteries got a live-action adaptation too," the person murmured sleepily. "That novel's… peak fiction too…"
The cold medicine kicked in fast. Within moments, soft snores replaced all thoughts and movement.
Zzzzz…
Unnoticed, the gray fog spread across the room, thick and unnatural. If anyone had looked in from the window just then, they would've sworn the inside of the apartment had become a fog-drenched world of its own, like a dream made solid.
…
'Am I lucid dreaming?'
The person stood in silence, surrounded by an endless sea of gray fog. It was thick, unmoving, eternal.
Before stood a door, towering, ancient, etched with runes and symbols, the brain somehow recognized. It looked like the entrance to a forgotten castle buried in myth and time.
The person blinked.
'Wait… this looks familiar.'
Suddenly, memory clicked.
'No way… This is the Sefirah Castle! The one described in Lord of the Mysteries! The fog… the structure… the feeling!'
'Did my wish actually come true? Am I dreaming a live-action version of Lord of the Mysteries? Or did… something else happen?'
And the world faded into black.
....
A voice echoed—faint, distant, like a ripple in a dream.
"Sylvie…"
"Sylvie…"
The person frowned in the fog.
'Who's Sylvie? I don't know anyone named Sylvie in my neighbourhood…'
But the voice grew louder, clearer, filled with emotion.
"Sylvie, wake up…"
Then came a strange sensation.
Softness beneath and warmth.
Eyes fluttered open.
She found myself lying in an unbelievably luxurious bed, the kind only royalty would use in fantasy dramas. Gold embroidery glimmered on the silk canopy above. Velvet curtains swayed gently.
A beautiful woman was leaning over her.
She had features so perfect they felt almost divine, as if carved by a master sculptor. Her eyes were a deep, sparkling blue. Her soft brown hair fell to her shoulders, adorned with golden jewelry that looked hand-crafted by celestial artisans. Her gown shimmered with royal, golden, majestic, like she had really walked out of an Asgardian palace.
And yet… why did her face reminds of someone?
A memory stirred inside.
She looked like a younger version of Rene Russo, the actress who played Frigga, the mother of Thor and Loki in the MCU.
Before the girl could even make sense of it, the woman's eyes filled with tears. She reached out and took my hand with trembling fingers.
"Sylvie… My little Sylvie… I thought I lost you."
She pulled me into a tight embrace, her voice cracking as she began to sob.
She froze.
Confusion crashed over me like a wave.
'Wait… is she calling me Sylvie?'
Heart pounding, the girl slowly turned her head. There, on the opposite wall, was a massive, polished mirror.
What she saw nearly made her gasp aloud.
That reflection…
It wasn't her.
Staring back was a young girl, no older than five or six. Her features were soft and delicate. Her brown-black hair shimmered in the light. Her skin was pale, and her forehead was partially wrapped in white bandages.
The little girl in the mirror blinked, at the same time she did.
The girl reached up with a trembling hand to touch her face.
So did the girl in the mirror.
That reflection was mine
A chill ran down my spine.
This wasn't just a dream.
This was real.
Her mind reeled from the implications. The fog and the Sefirah Castle and the woman who resembled Frigga from movies. …
'Have I… transmigrated?'
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Hey guys, Author here, I'm starting a new novel. Feel free to give any reviews . Since I am not getting much free time , I will be concentrating on my first novel 'Angel Becomes God Almighty'.
The updates of " Marvel : Goddess of Miracles & Mysteries" will be irregular.