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In the small mirror she carried, Martha emerged from a mass of black fog, her voice breaking into Lawrence's ear, "Do you see the lights in the distance?"
"I see them," Lawrence nodded, while lifting his head to gaze upon the incredible sight before him—a vast expanse of darkness, like a phantom floating above the sea surface, faintly resembling the silhouette of the City-State, yet devoid of any details. Beneath the water's surface, however, the brightly lit harbor docks and various buildings along the edge of the City-State were reflected. The White Oak approached the mirrored light and shadow without anyone at the helm. Countless shadowy outlines of ships seemed to drift on the distant sea, as if ensnared in fierce battle. Within this chaos of light and shadow, illusion and reality, he even felt as though he himself was becoming ethereal, "It's an unimaginable sight... To think that observing the world from the side of a mirror would look like this..."
