Fragments of Primordial Mirrors
They are nearing…
~.~
A world of mountains and steampunk.
Land was open to all because of a small population.
On top of mountains, there were owned territories.
A large garage or field, an open house, and a storage for technological resources.
All of the people were able to live their individual lives.
All interests align with technological advancements.
This place…
It is entirely unfamiliar…
Never seen anything like it.
At the center, the "hub" of that world,
There was a gathering, an assembly.
The place was built just like any other in the territory. However, it was grander and larger than everything else.
Amongst the crowd, there was someone who had white hair with pinkish streaks.
They entered the building down to the lowest of the floor beyond the ground.
As their feet stepped on the boundary, the lights slowly turned on.
Inside this room, there was no technology.
There were only soil, rocks, and slight vegetation that crept up on the walls
It was…barren
Almost like a wasteland that could not be eradicated.
They were like chaos that could never be arranged into order.
The…being…moved closer and something was revealed.
Mirrors.
Mirrors of various shapes. Framed with black materials.
No, not black.
There was no color.
It was void.
The…mirror-seer… touched the mirror.
In this world, there was another distinction.
Above was technology.
Below was mysticism.
And the secret of this world is that…
On indestructible primordial mirrors, fragments of other worlds flashes.