Chapter 8: The Reflection of Truth
Sidharth took a shaky breath. The hall of mirrors stretched endlessly, each reflection showing a different version of himself. Some mirrors displayed his childhood, others showed him as a warrior, a scholar, a villain, or even someone completely unrecognizable.
The voice echoed again, soft but firm. "Step forward and face the truth. Each mirror holds a moment from your past. Some are lessons, some are regrets. Accept them, and you will grow. Deny them, and you will remain trapped."
Sidharth clenched his fists. "What happens if I fail?"
"Then you will carry the weight of your past forever."
A mirror in front of him shimmered, showing a scene from his childhood. He saw himself standing beside his best friend, Aarav. The younger Sidharth's face twisted in anger as he smashed Aarav's VR console on the floor.
Sidharth swallowed hard. He remembered this moment. He had been jealous. Aarav had beaten him in a game, and in his frustration, he had destroyed the one thing his friend loved the most.
"I was a terrible friend," Sidharth whispered.
The mirror flickered. The reflection of Aarav turned to look at him, sadness in his eyes. "Do you regret it?"
Sidharth's chest tightened. "Yes."
The mirror glowed, then shattered into tiny lights that dissolved into the air. The pressure on his chest lightened. The trial was working.
He took a deep breath and moved to the next mirror. This one showed a scene from when he was older. He saw himself walking away from someone in pain—an old beggar who had asked for food. He had ignored the man, too lost in his own thoughts to care.
The reflection spoke. "Did you ever think about what happened to me after that day?"
Sidharth felt guilt creep into his heart. He had forgotten. "No, I didn't."
The reflection's eyes softened. "Then remember now. Every action matters. Every choice leaves a mark."
Sidharth closed his eyes and nodded. "I understand."
The mirror shattered like the first, fading into light.
One by one, he faced his past. Some memories were painful, others were bittersweet. Each time he acknowledged his mistakes, the mirrors broke, and the weight on his soul lessened.
Finally, he stood before the last mirror. This one was different. It didn't show the past—it showed the present. In the reflection, he saw himself standing tall, stronger than before. His eyes no longer held hesitation but determination.
"You have accepted your past," the voice said. "Now, you can shape your future."
The hall of mirrors disappeared, and Sidharth found himself back in the celestial realm. Diya stood in front of him, her eyes filled with concern.
"Brother! You did it!"
The celestial being from before nodded approvingly. "Your soul has been weighed. You are ready for the next step."
Sidharth exhaled. He didn't know what the next trial would be, but for the first time, he felt lighter. Stronger. Ready.
And so, his journey continued.