Arya murmured, her voice echoing softly in the alcove. “We need to find a door… but not a literal one.” Her gaze flickered to Amani, her expression resolute despite the tremors of uncertainty that gripped them both. “In a room of mirrors, not all reflect… it’s metaphorical.”
Arya’s gaze swept across the alcove, searching for any sign of the elusive glass that held the key to their escape. The dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls offered little clarity, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent. Drawing on her magic once more, Arya extended her hand, summoning a soft glow that bathed the alcove in a gentle light.
“Glass… glass…” Arya muttered to herself. The dim light from her earlier spell flickered faintly. Her eyes fell on the surface of her watch, where the light reflected back at her in a glinting pattern. “Glass…” Arya murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze fixated on the reflection “It’s not about the glass in the room, but another mirror-”, she turned to Amani, her expression determined despite the lingering fear. “Amani, it’s not physical glass we’re looking for. It’s a mirror, one that doesn’t reflect like the others do. It’s the mirror that holds the key.”
The roar of the approaching monster spurred Arya into action. With a quick glance around, she spotted a corridor leading deeper into the illusions. “Come on,” she urged, grabbing Amani’s arm firmly. “We need to find that mirror. Trust me on this.” Arya led the way, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and adrenaline as they navigated through the labyrinth of shadows and illusions, searching for the elusive mirror that might hold the key to their escape.
Arya murmured, her voice echoing softly in the alcove. “We need to find a door… but not a literal one.” Her gaze flickered to Amani, her expression resolute despite the tremors of uncertainty that gripped them both. “In a room of mirrors, not all reflect… it’s metaphorical.”
Arya’s gaze swept across the alcove, searching for any sign of the elusive glass that held the key to their escape. The dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls offered little clarity, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent. Drawing on her magic once more, Arya extended her hand, summoning a soft glow that bathed the alcove in a gentle light.
“Glass… glass…” Arya muttered to herself. The dim light from her earlier spell flickered faintly. Her eyes fell on the surface of her watch, where the light reflected back at her in a glinting pattern. “Glass…” Arya murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze fixated on the reflection “It’s not about the glass in the room, but another mirror-”, she turned to Amani, her expression determined despite the lingering fear. “Amani, it’s not physical glass we’re looking for. It’s a mirror, one that doesn’t reflect like the others do. It’s the mirror that holds the key.”
The roar of the approaching monster spurred Arya into action. With a quick glance around, she spotted a corridor leading deeper into the illusions. “Come on,” she urged, grabbing Amani’s arm firmly. “We need to find that mirror. Trust me on this.” Arya led the way, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and adrenaline as they navigated through the labyrinth of shadows and illusions, searching for the elusive mirror that might hold the key to their escape.