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Chapter Fifteen: Faces That Do Not Sleep
Neyar opened his eyes for the first time in a time that could not be measured.
The light here was nothing like the light of the human world — it was cold, as if it came from the heart of an open wound.
Everything around him was still…
The air did not move, and time flowed like thick water slipping between fingers.
In front of him stretched endless rows of mirrors, each one reflecting a different world.
He approached one of them and saw within it an entire city, moving as if only a breath away.
But when he touched its surface, the city froze.
Only its reflection remained alive.
"Everything here… is a lie made of light."
He whispered the words as he slid his fingers across the glass.
Then he heard a soft feminine whisper — a voice he knew well:
"Are you searching for the light?"
He turned, and in one of the mirrors appeared Nour, her eyes half-closed, her features pale.
But she was not the Nour he knew.
She was the version.
She smiled faintly and said:
"You're the one who created me."
"You are of the mirror. You are not her."
She laughed, her voice breaking the silence:
"And what are you? Nothing but a shadow in another reflection."
She leaned so close that her face pressed against the glass and whispered:
"We are all mirrors to one another, Neyar…
We reflect, we consume, and then we are born again."
In the real world, the mother held the new mirror in her trembling hands,
staring at her daughter trapped inside it.
Nour was crying silently, hitting the glass with her palms, but no sound came out.
"Nour! Listen to me!"
The mother touched the surface.
The glass turned so cold it numbed her fingertips.
Then a faint whisper escaped it, barely audible:
"Mama… don't look too long…
She's looking at you too."
The mother stepped back in fear, but her eyes could not look away.
Behind Nour she saw shadows shifting, twisting like creatures made of smoke.
And suddenly, Neyar's face appeared behind her — half dark, half glowing.
"Do not try to break the mirror,"
he said in a heavy voice.
"Whoever breaks it… will split into two."
Inside, Neyar walked through corridors of mirrors.
Each one reflected a different version of him:
in one he was a child, in another an old man, in another he had no features at all.
A voice whispered from the darkness — not resembling any human voice:
"You too, Neyar, were born from an ancient mirror…
You are the guardian, the gate, the last shadow."
He froze.
"Me? Guardian of what?"
"Guardian of the balance between the two worlds.
If the light leaves this place without choosing…
the glass will swallow everything."
He closed his eyes slowly.
Deep inside, he had always known —
he was not entirely human.
He was the First Mirror, the being created to protect the boundary between light and shadow.
But Nour…
she had broken the law.
She was the only one who entered without being summoned.
And that is what made the mirror crack.
Neyar returned to the place where he saw her last —
the gray hallway filled with trapped faces.
Each face was screaming silently, reaching toward him with desperate hands.
"Free us…"
"Return us to the light…"
"Let us see ourselves again…"
He answered them sharply:
"If you come out, there will be no light left in any world."
Then he stopped suddenly, because a new face appeared among them —
Nour's real face.
Her eyes filled with tears, looking at him with pleading desperation.
"Neyar… help me."
He stepped closer and touched the glass.
But this time, it was his reflection that leaned toward him from the inside and whispered with a crooked smile:
"Will you still not understand?
You too are a reflection of someone else."
In the real world, the mother sat collapsed in front of the mirror.
A faint sound began to come from it — like the slow beat of a heart.
The glass started to breathe, a thin fog rising from its surface.
And through the mist, Nour's hand began to emerge from the inside… slowly…
But behind her, deep in the glass,
the real Neyar was reaching out as well —
as if trying to grab her…
or keep her from escaping.