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Xaltris was a barren, blood-red planet with a massive crater at its center. At
the bottom of the crater lay the Red Mirror, a perfectly flat, reflective
surface that stretched for miles. The Mirror seemed to ripple faintly, as if it
were alive. Explorers called it a marvel, but those who gazed into it for too
long reported disturbing visions: their own reflections moving
independently, whispering things only they would know.
At first, her reflection mimicked her movements perfectly. But then it began
to change, smiling when she frowned, stepping forward when she stood
still. Her team warned her to step back, but she couldn’t look away. The
reflection whispered her name, its voice cold and sharp, promising her
answers to questions she had never dared to ask.
The next morning, Aris was gone. In her place stood her reflection,
stepping out of the Mirror with a smile. It looked like her, spoke like her, but
the light in its eyes was wrong. The rest of the team tried to flee, but the
Mirror rippled, and more figures began to emerge.
The Red Mirror wasn’t a portal—it was a trap. And something on the other
side had been waiting for a very long time.