Shards of broken mirror floated above him.
Aoi opened his eyes—gasping.
The world around him pulsed with shifting lights: grays, blues, and whites.
Voices whispered from nowhere.
Or maybe… from deep within himself.
He pushed himself up slowly, standing on a platform made entirely of shattered reflections.
—"This isn't a dream. It's too real,"— he told himself.
Just ahead, a glowing figure watched him in silence.
Kureha.
—"Here, every wound becomes a reflection," she said —"And every reflection… can kill you."
Aoi looked around, his heart pounding too fast.
—"Where is my reflection? What does it want from me?"
Kureha didn't move.
—"It doesn't want anything. It only exists… because of you."
Aoi froze. And in that moment, something deep inside him cracked.
They were inside a dome. Suspended. Weightless. Mirrors curved along the inner walls, like the ribs of a breathing beast.
Thoughts his own and others echoed faintly in the air.
Aoi wore a black jacket. It pulsed softly, in rhythm with his heartbeat.
—"Feel it," Kureha whispered.
—"In here, your heart is everything."
She placed a crystalline stethoscope against his chest, and images came rushing in...
A pulse.
A flash.
Yui laughing.
His reflection grinning with malice.
The sensation of falling.
—"Listen to the resonance," said Kureha.
—"And face what you deny."
Before him, a shape emerged. His own reflection, cracked and flickering.
His first Echo.
—"Prepare yourself for what's coming. Don't think about what hurts, or it will make him stronger!"—shouted Kureha.
The battle didn't begin with fists.
Each strike from the Echo hurled sharp, painful, real memories through him.
He tried to hold on, but doubt was louder than his breath.
—"Do you remember," the Echo said, taunting,
—"when Yui screamed your name?"
—"You did nothing."
Aoi collapsed to his knees.
The mirrored world grew darker.
Kureha didn't move.
—"You can't win…" she whispered.
—"…unless you accept it."
The Echo attacked in a BLINDING FLASH—
—Yui, standing in the rain.
—The mirror pulsing behind her.
—Aoi… closing the door.
—"I DON'T WANT TO SEE THIS!" he screamed.
A wave of pain rippled outward.
The mirrored realm trembled, and the Echo with it, as if something deep was awakening.
Aoi slowly stood, tears running down his face.
—"...But I have to see it."
A white light burst from his chest. His jacket shimmered, crystals spreading along his arms like armor.
He stepped forward, not with fists,
but with a resonant wave born from his heartbeat.
The Echo began to crack, trying to reach Aoi, trying to consume him but Aoi was growing stronger.
One final strike from Aoi broke the Echo from within, shattering it slowly into nothing.
Silence returned.
The mirror world reformed in slow motion, fractures sealing themselves with faint whispers.
Aoi stood there, wounded but alive.
Kureha walked toward him.
—"You survived your first Echo," she said.
—"But your true reflection… will be much worse."
—"Why are you helping me?"—Aoi's voice trembled.
She removed a glove. Dark scars, twisted like branches, covered her hand.
—"Because I lost someone too," she replied.
—"And I never faced my Echo."
Aoi stared at the marks etched deep, like roots of pain and said nothing.
He collapsed to the ground, drained.
Kureha approached him as he lay there.
—"You intrigue me. Maybe… you do have what it takes," she said.
Aoi jolted awake back in his bed, in the real world.
His heart was pounding like a drum. The mirror in his room stood still.
But...
There, in the reflection something shimmered. A frozen shard. Yui, trapped in a crystalline prison behind the glass.
—"Maybe…" he thought —"she's still in there."
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Preview of Next Chapter:
Aoi begins to feel the resonance in the real world.
His first encounter with an Echo that isn't his own.
What if the reflections of others can cross over too?