At the far edge of the desert stood a mirror said to show the world as it truly was.
Kings sought it.
Philosophers guarded it.
Pilgrims lost themselves before it.
Liora approached and saw — nothing.
No reflection.
No distortion.
Only a polished absence.
Disappointed, she turned away — and caught her reflection in a shard at her feet.
It showed her dusty, tired, smiling faintly in the heat.
She understood then: the great mirror failed because it had no place to stand.
She left the desert carrying no revelation — only the knowledge that truth appears only where someone is.
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