Nunna's eyes widened as her body stilled in a void without end. Around her stretched a mirror-like surface, reflecting not one but countless figures. Each had her face—yet none were truly her.
One reflection smiled with gentle warmth.
Another wept with silent despair.
Yet another bared a cruel, mocking grin.
A voice thundered within her mind, not Illea's, not her own—something older, deeper.
"Choose… Which self are you?"
But the shadows stepped forward all at once, refusing to let her decide so easily…