After many wanderings, Kael entered a hall whose walls were woven from mirrors. Yet each mirror reflected not merely his body, but an entire life.
In one, he was a king with a crown of fire. In another, he was a beggar crawling in ashes. In another, he was a child unborn, sleeping in eternal possibility.
The voices of the mirrors cried out in a thousand tones:
"Choose! Choose which self you shall be!"
Kael looked upon each world and wept, for each was dear, and each was false, and each was true. At last he struck the mirrors with his burning grain of sand, and all shattered into dust, save one.
In the last mirror, there was no Kael at all, but only an open sky, endless and unbound. From the broken shards arose a wind that spoke:
"Freedom is not in choosing between selves, but in surrendering the weight of self altogether. When you are no one, the sky itself becomes your name."
And Kael bowed before the wind, for it was greater than all his reflections.
Thus he learned the Fourth Mystery: that freedom is born of surrender, and surrender is the highest freedom.