The world inside the mirror is very quiet.
So quiet that only the footsteps of two people can be heard.
Perhaps it's because the surroundings are all mirrors, time and space seem to stretch infinitely, becoming longer and larger.
Ethan felt a little lost as to how long he had been walking.
Maybe ten minutes, maybe twenty.
Pupol stopped, then waved his hand as if opening a door.
The next moment, they stepped into another world again.
This place was still surrounded by countless mirrors, but it was different. There were furnishings, tables and chairs, drinks, and food.
Just like in the mirror world, even the tables and chairs seemed to be made of mirrors; as you approached, you saw more reflections of yourself.
"Have a seat, people aren't here yet. Would you like something to drink first?"
Pupol acted very casually, as if he were at home. He casually picked up a bottle of wine, opened it, poured two glasses, and handed one to Ethan.
