Some places were never meant to exist.
Others?
They persist because someone still remembers them.
Midnight.
The moon hung high above Valkyrion, casting silver light through glass domes and glowing crystal arches.
Aren Kael moved quietly across the academy grounds, his footsteps muffled by a layer of enchantment sewn into the stone by forgotten architects.
He followed no map.
Only a feeling.
And the message:
"You are not alone. Meet at Reflection Hall. Midnight. Come alone."
The name wasn't on any schedule.
Not listed in any course directory.
But the closer he got to the western ridge, the more the system dimmed in his mind.
System Note: Service Suspended
Entering Non-Indexed Zone: Reflection Hall
The path dipped into what looked like a broken stairwell beside the old observatory.
No light.
No sound.
He stepped inside.
And the world changed.
Reflection Hall was vast.
A dome of ink-stained mirrors, each floating in midair.
