When you write something powerful enough, the world stares back.
Not metaphorically. Literally.
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The bridge from the Oversight Node led into an expanse of mirrors—thousands of floating panes reflecting realities I didn't remember living.Each surface flickered with possibilities: me as a god, a ghost, a concept written out of order.
The reflections didn't mimic my movements.They anticipated them.
[ System Notice: Location — The Mirror Archive ][ Function: Reflection of Narrative Possibilities ]
Arjun's ember hovered beside me, dim light against infinite glass.This place feels wrong.
"It's a record," I said. "The universe's way of asking what I'd do differently."
You shouldn't answer that.
"Too late," I muttered, watching one of my reflections smirk first.
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[ System Notice: Fragment of Authorship Detected. ][ Warning: Authorial Output Unstable. ]
The mark on my wrist pulsed again—gold bleeding into red.My veins itched. Every breath tasted like ink.
