Yara stumbled through the misty forest, trying to ignore the shadows and find the dragon.
"You'll fail here too," a voice said, stepping closer, her figure looming like a shadow. "You'll fail him. You'll fail yourself. You've always been alone, Yara, and that's how you'll die."
Yara froze, her blood running cold as she recognized the voice. It was her own. "This can't..."
"Oh, but it is," the voice taunted, and Yara saw a figure emerge from the mist—a twisted, nightmarish version of herself. The doppelgänger's eyes were cold and empty, her lips curled into a cruel sneer. "This is exactly who you are. A failure. A coward."
"You're not real," Yara said again, her voice shaking as she backed away. "You're just a—"
"Hallucination? A nightmare? Oh, Yara, don't be so naive." The twisted version of herself stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with malice. "You can't escape the truth. No matter how hard you try, you will always be a failure."
