The Mirryr Cracked

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A silence.

A deafening silence.

The Mirryr rises, light spilling upwards in spindly, clawing streams.

Eyes look expectantly into the silvery glass but see an endless void. Infinity staring back with the noiseless screams of the endless stars.

Then, the shadows twist and contort. A shape forms from the inky blackness.

You see yourself, but it is not you. The being before you is somehow taller, stronger, smoother of skin and brighter of eye.

Pinpricks of light form around the image, and you hear the whispers of discussion, far away and vague, but your heart freezes at the very sound.

There is a warming light and your body is filled with the electricity of the cosmos, for what seems like an eternity but is mere seconds.

And then the sensation is gone. For those moments your soul was elevated and the blood in your body fizzed with the energy of the sun.

You are now a Master.

The Mirryr slides away, unbroken.

You are not the chosen one this day, destined to pass through the Mirryr to Opal, but you came close, and now you are blessed.

You leave the dark chamber and look into the night sky, and see infinity looking back at you, watching you, one of their children.