Mirrors

Every surface reflected back at them as they ventured deeper into the corridor of mirrors. It was hard to tell if they were going in circles or if they had made any progress. Mirrors stretched in all directions, splintering their reflections into a thousand forms from every imaginable angle. Their footsteps echoed from the wrong direction as their other selves in in different directions. Only the warmth of each other's hands within their kept them from floating off into nothingness.

Each step took them further the safety of the last chamber with its ambient warmth and food whispering of their success. Caelyn paused as they reached a juncture where the path diverged into three clear directions.

"Which way?" He asked, glancing back to Markos and the others. He frowned giving Iliana's hand a soft squeeze to reassure himself of what was real.