The vibration grew stronger, as though the very atoms in Isabella's apartment were humming in harmony with the signal. Her bookshelves rattled, picture frames tilted, and the lights flickered violently. She clutched the desk for balance, but her eyes were fixed on the warped reflection in the glass.
It was no longer just a reflection—it was a window.
Beyond the glass, the cityscape of Melbourne dissolved into a surreal panorama: crystalline towers that shimmered like prisms, suspended bridges arcing across the horizon, and skies painted with hues of violet and silver. No stars. No moon. Just a vast, glowing aurora that pulsed with rhythm, as though the entire sky were breathing.
Her laptop screen flashed again.
STEP THROUGH.
Her throat tightened. Step through? It sounded impossible. Ridiculous. Yet the window no longer felt like glass. It shimmered like liquid light, rippling when she touched it with her trembling fingers.
The rational part of her mind screamed to stop. To close the laptop. To walk away. But something deeper—something primal—urged her forward.
She whispered, "If thoughts shape reality… then maybe this is what I've been calling for."
And with that, she pressed her palm firmly against the glowing surface.
The sensation was nothing like she expected. Not cold, not warm, but an all-encompassing hum, like she had stepped into the heart of a vibrating string. Her body dissolved into particles of light, each atom peeling away and being reassembled on the other side.
When her vision cleared, she was standing on solid ground, yet not the hardwood floor of her apartment. Beneath her feet stretched a luminous pathway, smooth and translucent, like glass infused with veins of light. Below it, she could see rivers of energy flowing, casting shifting shadows on her face.
She gasped, stepping back, only to realize there was no edge—just endless pathways stretching into the horizon, converging on a massive crystalline tower that soared higher than any skyscraper she had ever seen.
Her pulse thundered.
"This… isn't Earth."
A voice, soft yet resonant, filled her mind. Not from speakers. Not from outside. From within.
You aligned with us, Isabella. Your frequency opened the gateway.
She spun around, searching for the source. A figure was approaching along the light-path. Tall, luminous, its outline humanoid yet fluid, as though its body was woven from starlight itself. Its face was featureless, but its presence radiated calm authority.
"Who are you?" she whispered.
We are Resonance. We exist beyond the limits of form. You may call us Echo.
"Echo…" The name felt both foreign and strangely familiar, vibrating against her tongue like a forgotten memory. "Why me?"
Because you asked. Few humans truly align their thoughts with their deepest truth. Most scatter their frequencies—desire one thing, fear another, and cancel themselves. But you focused. You questioned. You believed the universe listens. And so, we answered.
Her knees weakened, not from fear but from the sheer gravity of the moment. She wasn't hallucinating. This wasn't a dream. Her research, her obsession with the law of attraction—it had led her here.
"What do you want from me?" she asked cautiously.
The being tilted its luminous head. It is not what we want. It is what you are willing to create.
They walked together along the path of light. The air shimmered with faint harmonics, like distant choirs woven into the atmosphere itself. Strange structures rose in the distance: towers shaped like spirals, bridges that twisted like DNA strands, and floating spheres that pulsed with radiant energy.
Everywhere she looked, she felt a resonance inside her chest, as if the world was tuned to her heartbeat.
Echo spoke again. This realm responds to thought. It is a dimension woven from frequency, where intention manifests without resistance. But power without clarity can destroy. That is why you were brought here—to learn.
"To learn… how to control it?"
To learn who you are.
The words struck deeper than she expected. Isabella had always played the role others needed—professional at work, caretaker at home, polite friend at gatherings. But who was she, truly? A curious seeker? A dreamer? Or something more?
She frowned. "And if I fail?"
For the first time, Echo's light dimmed faintly. Then your frequency will collapse. And you will not return.
The path led them to the base of the crystalline tower she had seen earlier. Its surface was flawless, yet alive, reflecting not her image but her thoughts—shifting scenes of her life, fragments of memory, faces of people she loved, mistakes she regretted.
She reached out, her fingers brushing the surface. Instantly, the tower flared with light, projecting her memories into the sky. Her childhood laughter. Nights of loneliness. The first time she had whispered to herself that the universe must be listening.
Echo's voice echoed in her mind. This is the first trial. To master resonance, you must confront your own frequency. Every thought. Every fear. Every desire. Only then can you shape reality without being shaped by it.
Her pulse quickened. She had wanted answers, proof, and meaning. Now she had it—but it came with a challenge that felt bigger than anything she had ever faced.
She clenched her fists, grounding herself. "Then I'll do it. Whatever it takes."
The tower pulsed, its light spreading across the horizon. The world shifted again, as if folding inward. Her vision blurred, and she realized she was being drawn inside the tower itself.
Before everything dissolved into white, she heard Echo's final words:
Remember—what you think, you become.