Promise (2)

Silence.

The dim light of the cave barely reflected off the mirror's surface, but even in the darkness, she could see it.

"...."

Her fingers trembled as they traced the edge of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her—foreign and yet unmistakably hers.

Her skin.

Smooth. Clear.

Not sickly, not pale—not the fragile, exhausted face she had seen her entire life.

Lucavion's voice hummed lightly beside her.

"Ah, wait... you can't see right."

Before she could even question him, his hand moved—fingers flicking with an effortless grace.

And then—

Light.

A soft, gentle glow spilled from his palm, washing over them in a quiet, steady starlight.

The cave brightened.

The mirror in her hands gleamed.