The Mirror's Secret
Advaith led Tiana to his room, ensuring Bivian remained undisturbed, lost in his troubled slumber. Soft moonlight filtered through the windows, casting a calming ambiance over the space. The air was thick with anticipation as Advaith sought answers.
"Explain the mirror's process," Advaith requested, his voice hushed, barely above a whisper. His eyes pleaded for reassurance.
Tiana settled onto a plush couch, her eyes sparkling with compassion. "The Reflection of Clarity absorbs painful memories, easing the mind and soul," she began, her tone gentle.
Advaith leaned against a nearby pillar, his arms crossed, as if shielding himself from the uncertainty. "How long does it take?" he pressed, his brow furrowed in concern.
Tiana's smile hinted at ancient wisdom, her voice dripping with conviction. "Time varies, Advaith. The mirror senses the depth of wounds, the weight of memories."
