It rippled like water, suspended in midair, tall as Jude, wide enough for two.
"It's showing something," Susan said, stepping closer. "Is that… us?"
They all gathered around. Inside the mirror, images flickered - moments from their past. Their arrival on the island. Their first fear. The house in the trees. The night by the river. The shared dream that had once felt like a lifetime.
Then new images.
Things they hadn't seen.
The glade they stood in, overgrown and crumbling. A storm sweeping the island. Jude lying alone beneath a twisted tree, eyes closed, skin pale. A future?
Sophie touched the mirror.
It changed.
The image twisted, showing her standing atop the cliff, wind in her hair, power surging from her palms like fire and gold.
"It's not just showing," she breathed. "It's asking."
"Choices," Jude said. "Paths we haven't taken yet."
Lucy reached for his hand. "Do we each get one?"