The night air in the Bakroms world shimmered with colors no human had names for. She was heavy with twins—one a girl, the other a boy—and every step they took seemed to ripple the very ground beneath them. The sky above twisted with mirrored clouds that moved as if alive, reflecting and refracting light in impossible angles. Doors appeared along the paths, opening on their own as if inviting them deeper into the strange world. Each doorway led to a corridor more surreal than the last, walls bending and shimmering like liquid crystal, guiding them forward.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared. Black as ink yet gleaming faintly like polished metal, it moved with an unsettling calm. No face could be seen, but its presence exuded authority, a silent command that compelled her to follow. She did, the corridors widening naturally with each step, the world itself seeming to acknowledge her passage. The figure did not speak, yet there was no threat—only guidance, as if the universe had sent it to escort her.
They arrived at a room that seemed alive in its own way. The walls glowed softly with threads of light, and the floor radiated warmth that pulsed in harmony with her heartbeat. She clutched her swollen belly, whispering to herself, "This… this is unlike any birth I've ever known." The shadowed figure remained silently beside her, a guardian of something far greater than either of them could understand.
Then the moment came. The first cry split the air, and the twins entered the world. The girl emerged first, her hair a vivid flame-red, her eyes gleaming gold as if lit from within. She radiated a strange vitality, a quiet intensity that seemed far beyond any ordinary newborn. The boy followed, calm and silent, eyes closed yet glowing faintly red beneath the lids, carrying an aura of serene mystery.
Energy rippled through the room, subtle but unmistakable. The walls pulsed, the floor shivered, and the very air seemed to bend around them. The universe had acknowledged the birth of a hybrid—an existence bridging two worlds. The figure remained unmoving, watching both children with a gaze that suggested the girl, the fiery-eyed one, was the true focal point of this cosmic event.
Outside the room, shadows stirred along the twisting corridors. Dark shapes slithered silently, drawn by the newborns' presence. They moved with purpose, targeting the girl whose golden eyes hinted at power beyond comprehension. A voice, distant and echoing, murmured through the shifting space: "The key has been born."
Neither child understood their significance yet. The girl's golden gaze held untapped potential, the boy's calm presence suggested hidden depths. The world itself seemed alive, interacting with them, and the shadowed figure remained a silent sentinel over the beginning of a story that would span realms