With every step they took, the feeling of disquiet in the Garden of Lost Reflections grew stronger. The ethereal light that illuminated the path began to flicker, casting elongated shadows that danced eerily on the ground.
Victor's heart raced as he felt a strange compulsion, a pull towards a particular stone. It was unlike any they had seen before, its surface cracked and weathered. As he reached out to touch it, an icy shiver ran down his spine, and a voice seemed to whisper directly into his mind.
**"You seek the truth, Victor,"** it murmured, **"But are you prepared to face it?"**
Victor hesitated, his hand trembling. He felt an overwhelming urge to withdraw, but his curiosity, and a burning need for answers, overcame his fear. The moment his fingers made contact with the stone, a surge of images and emotions flooded his mind.
