"He, you finally remembered, you bastard, Luen."
By how the reflection was familiar to me and his way of speaking, it wasn't hard coming up with the conclusion that he's me.
But something doesn't add up. How does he know so many things? Did I know that too? Or did I abandon knowledge to save myself?
Is knowing the truth too much for one living being? Hence, how was this guy born?
Is the world a playground for the gods? My thoughts were all messed up with these unnecessary thoughts.
"You're thinking of something pointless again, am I right?"
"No, I'm thinking of the truth, as the mirror is practically useless."
"Oh, who said this thing is pointless? The reason it's not working yet is because I'm interfering."
"Oh, so once you're gone I can get my answer?"
"Well duh… but before that luen, I shall ask you, do you really want to die?"
"You should know as you're also me, my answer, right?" I said as my face was distorted with sadness, grief, and bitterness.
"I know," the me of the mirror shared the same expression.
"That's why I suggest you return to the past," the reflection suggested.
"Return to the past power to alter time? Does it actually exist? Even Olivia, the greatest magician above heaven, can't control time, as it's a natural force of the universe."
"I know I have a way, but it would cost."
"What cost?" I asked, hoping that I don't have to kill myself.
"My disappearance"
"Huh? That simple?" Is this guy kidding me? Why would it cost me for this guy to disappear?
"Heh, your thoughts are showing on your face, but for your information, you're me and I'm you; we're one, so think about it: if half of yourself disappeared, will your self remain, or will you change?"
Hearing the reflection's words, I thought that it made sense that this world power source is simple.
MANA=Body
Senses=mind
Authority, blessing=soul
The trinity with one missing, yourself, would have a tremendous backlash.
That's something you learned from books, but I really don't know if it's true, but as the reflection says, it would cost me
"Question: to regress, you would need to disappear?"
"Not completely disappear but suppressed"
"What do you mean by suppressed?"
"As you return to the past, the mirror of truth will disappear as a backlash for knowing something that should not be known."
"And what's the thing that's supposed to be not known?"
"The Akashic Records"
"The what now?"
"It's the consciousness of the world; it's not living but also not dead."
"It's something to be not known or even be hidden," the reflection said.
"So you're telling me you're using something that should not be used or known to return in time? Isn't that crazy? I guess I know why I split myself in half."
"As if you think splitting yourself is not crazy?"
"Fair point." I can't argue with his words, as we split ourselves so naturally we're both idiots.
"So what are the side effects once you're suppressed?"
"Distorted personality"
"That's it? I mean, living for a million years probably gave me problems more than a distorted personality."
"That's enough; we don't have enough time."
"Time for what?"
"For the records to notice us, it's time for you to return and fix the world," said the reflection with a bittersweet smile.
"Hey, you remember we are one, right?"
"Yes? And?"
"Once your suppress is gone, is there a chance for us to be us again?"
My reflection of the one I abandoned smiled. "Yes, once all this is over, we're gone, us again."
"Good luck, and please don't choose Sylvia this time, ok?"
"No chance."
—-
"I'm starting it," my other self said as he began to control the mirror within.
My other self said as he started chanting.
"I stand before the Mirror of Truth, its silvered gaze piercing the veil of ages.
It does not show my face—it shows the universe's first breath.
where time collapses into a single burning question:
Who are you when stripped of every lie you've worn as armor?
Let me return to the past, not to erase the blood on my hands,
but to kneel in the snow where I first called my soul a curse.
Let me meet the boy who thought salvation was a blessing.
who did not yet know that gods and devils
are but reflections in the same unblinking glass.
The Mirror whispers: Truth is not a light—it is the knife.
It carves through the fables of heroes and martyrs,
exposing the rot beneath the gilded story.
What if the devil did not descend to destroy us?
but to escape?
What if my 'divine' life was never a gift?
but a chain forged by the universe itself—
a way to keep me alive until I unearthed
the secret is buried in my bones?
I will walk backward through the ash of eons.
I will tear open the clockwork of creation.
to find the moment my existence became a riddle.
The Mirror says the universe has no heart.
only a wound.
And I am both the blade that made it
and the voice that howls from its depths:
Let me see. Let me remember. Let me unravel.
Salvation is not forgiveness.
It is the courage to stand in the Mirror's fire,
to let it burn away the 'I' that wept in the wasteland,
until all that remains is the raw, bleeding truth—
that I was never the last hero.
I am the flaw in the design.
The unanswerable question.
The echo of a star that dared to rewrite its death.
The Mirror of Truth grants no peace.
It offers only the storm of becoming.
To return to the past is to finally understand:
I cannot free myself from guilt.
I must become the guilt.
I must be the storm.
I must be the answer the universe fears."
—-
As the mirror faded,
"Succeed and get everything back," said Luen's abandoned self as he was grabbed by a colorless hand, neither white nor black.
just existing while also not
"Ah, the brush of the giant hand finally caught me, huh?" the devilish Luen sighed.
For the past million years while Luen was finding it, the mirror of truth
The devilish luen was finding the Akashic record for their goal to be accomplished.
And their efforts paid off.
"Good luck to me and succeed," as he was locked somewhere even the unknown would never know.