The Maker's mirrors swirled, reflecting Zara and Amara's deepest truths. Zara saw Aisha's smile, a reminder of her quest. Amara saw her parents alive, smiling at her.
The Maker nodded. "I'll show you. But first, pick a mirror."
Zara chose one – Lagos where tech ruled, streets clean, no poverty. Amara chose another – Lagos where music flowed like water, everyone danced.
The Maker smiled. "Both come with costs. Tech Lagos lost art. Music Lagos lost logic."
Amara hesitated. "Which is real?"
The Maker: "Both are. You choose which stays."
Zara's phone buzzed – the Market: "Decision needed. The mirrors break soon."
Amara made up her mind. "I want both. Can we merge them?"
The Maker laughed, impressed. "Price: a piece of yourself. Merge them."
Zara and Amara exchanged looks.