Liora entered a crystalline cavern where the walls shimmered with thousands of colours. Each facet reflected the same sunlight differently, revealing hidden biases — inclinations — in the light itself.
As she stepped carefully, she realised that no reflection was predetermined. Some beams arced toward the ceiling, others scattered to the floor, each path shaped by subtle tilts and micro-obstructions. She felt herself part of this interplay: her shadow adjusted the angles, introducing a new local perspective.
The cavern was alive with directional readiness. Liora understood that inclinations were not rules; they were possibilities made more accessible, waiting for someone, or something, to enact them.
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