There are mirrors meant to flatter.Mirrors meant to reveal.And then, there are mirrors that remember —even when you don't.
The Twin Flame Mirror had been sealed for ten thousand years.
Crafted from obsidian mined beneath the Celestial Abyss, it could not show the present. Only echoes.Only what the soul still carried — hidden or forgotten.
It had only ever been used twice.
And both times, it had broken someone.
Now, it was waking again.
And it was calling her.
🌸 Peach Blossom Sect — Outer Hall
Lian Qiao stood still in the hall of lanterns, her hands pressed to her chest.
"Did you feel that?" she whispered.
Mo Yujin nodded once. "A summons."
"From what?"
He didn't answer.
Because he recognized it.
"The mirror," he said finally. "The one you used… before the end."
Her eyes widened. "There was a mirror?"
He stepped closer.
"You made it.You poured your flame into it so you'd never forget why you had to die."
She paled.
"And now it's waking?"
He nodded.
"Which means... you're about to remember what you never meant to survive."
🌌 Meanwhile — Observatory of the Blind Moon
Zhen Ye stood before the Twin Flame Mirror.
Her sleeves whispered along the stone floor as she unsealed the outer wards.
"Show her," she whispered. "She has a right to see it.Even if it breaks her."
⚖️ The Celestial Court
The Council stirred uneasily.
"The mirror is active," one murmured.
"She's not ready," another warned.
"She was never meant to be," said the eldest.
🌕 Mirror Moon Lake
That night, Qiao returned to the lake — alone.
The sky was full and silent. The wind hung low.
She knelt by the shore, fingers brushing the surface.
And the water parted.
Not like a ripple.
Like a door.
Below the surface, a mirror awaited her — not silver, not polished — but black as coal and pulsing like a second heartbeat.
She leaned forward.
And it pulled her in.
🌀 Within the Mirror
She stood not on land, but in light — a space shaped by emotion, not form.
Before her: herself.
But not as she was now.
It was Lian Hua — robed in red, eyes dark with fire, smile soft and resigned.
"You came late," the reflection said.
Qiao stepped forward. "You're me."
The mirror-self nodded.
"I'm what you sealed away to survive. The part of you that remembered why we loved him.And why we had to die for him."
Qiao trembled. "I didn't ask to remember."
"You did," Lian Hua whispered. "The moment you chose the Binding Thread."
The mirror flared.
And images flashed:
Her hand sealing the Void inside her chest.
Mo Yujin, kneeling in blood.
Her lips on his, fire on her skin.
A voice in the darkness whispering: "You will come back. And I will be waiting."
Qiao collapsed to her knees.
"I don't want this," she sobbed.
Her reflection knelt too, but didn't touch her.
"Then run. But the flame will stay.You gave it life."
"Why?!"
"Because," her reflection said softly,"you didn't want to lose him twice."
And as the mirror cracked around her — not violently, but gently, like breaking dawn —Qiao whispered,
"Then maybe I was wrong."