(Chapter 62:Mira's Pov)
The visions started innocuously enough, a fleeting glimpse of something out of place—an echo of a shadow, a whisper at the edge of my thoughts. But soon, they were more than that. She came to me in the dead of night, when I was alone, or so I thought. The other Mira—darker, colder—stood in the corner of my room, eyes gleaming with malice.
"You're not so different from me," she purred, her voice like the slither of a snake. "You only need to embrace what's already inside you."
I recoiled, trembling, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. Her words felt like poison, slipping into my mind, twisting my thoughts. Was she the Abyss, trying to corrupt me? Or was she a memory of who I once was—a version of myself lost to time and darkness?