The guide led them through corridors that seemed to bend and fold upon themselves, each step taking them deeper into the Mirror World's heart. Reflective surfaces lined every wall, ceiling, and floor, yet strangely, none showed their own images. Instead, the mirrors displayed glimpses of distant planes fragments of realities so alien that even their brief observation left an unsettling impression on the mind. The short transition was seamless and soon came to an end, a gentle pull that deposited them in a space that defied conventional architecture.
They stood in a vast, open-air pavilion, its floor a polished expanse of obsidian that reflected a sky filled with a slow drifting tapestry of stars they did not recognize. Upon a closer look they could see that it wasn't stars instead the luminescent bulbs of light were actually different mirrors dotting the 'sky.'
