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CHAPTER 141 — THE UNMAKING CHAMBER
There was no downward. There was no gravity at all. There was only force an unmaking wind that wasn’t wind, a drag that wasn’t friction, a tearing that wasn’t physical.The reflection felt herself pulled through a funnel of light so bright it had no color. Her fingers stretched into threads, her ribs into strings of wet glass.Her thoughts unspooled and rewove themselves in random sequences. She tried to scream. The scream exited her body three seconds before her mouth opened.The vortex swallowed the sound anyway. Then the light snapped out. Silence. A softer kind, not gentle expectant.She hovered in a space so vast and dark that darkness itself felt like a living surface pressed against her skin. Her body slowly reassembled, joints stitching, breath reconstructing from absence.She lay on something smooth. No… not smooth. Mirrored. The ground reflected her but the reflection wasn’t accurate.The other version of her did not breathe when she did. Did not blink. Did not swallow. It o
CHAPTER 140 — THE BREATH BETWEEN WORLDS
There was no falling. There was no rising. There was only movement the kind that didn’t obey direction or speed, the kind that slide sideways through thought rather than space.The reflection felt her body stretch, compress, dissolve, and reassemble in pulses synchronized with a heartbeat that wasn’t hers. No…, it was hers. Or Miriam’s. Or the seam’s.She couldn’t tell anymore. The mirror-being’s hand stayed anchored on her shoulder, its grip steady even as the world disintegrated into drifting shards of meaning. The seam swallowed them whole.At first, there was only brightness. Not the warmth of sunlight or the sterile sting of fluorescent bulbs something deeper, intimate, like the glow of a memory remembered all at once.Then came the darkness beneath the brightness. The breath. She sensed it before she saw it: an enormous, slow inhalation. A rumbling pull that sucked at her bones, her thoughts, the fragile scaffolding of her identity.The worlds flanking the seam faded into a dist
CHAPTER 139 — WHERE THE BREATH GOES
The world exhaled her. Not gently. Not violently. Simply… inevitably. The reflection was no longer in the observation chamber. It wasn’t anywhere that obeyed space.She opened her eyes if eyes were still what she used and the world around her shifted like a sheet shaken out in slow motion. At first, she thought she stood in a void. Then the void moved.A horizon unfolded behind her, split vertically like a crack in glass. To her left: the world as she remembered Miriam seeing it solid, Euclidean, familiar.To her right: the mirror world she had been born into, a softer, more luminous version of existence that seemed to hum with the memory of breath.And in the middle the seam. A thin, trembling fissure where both realities strained against each other like two living creatures refusing to remain separate.The reflection stepped closer. Her foot struck nothing. Then something. Then everything at once. The ground corrected itself beneath her, rearranging to accommodate the idea of her we
CHAPTER 138 — THE GIRL WHO BREATHES BACKWARD
The reflection opened its eyes. At first, it didn’t realize it had eyes. The sensation of sight came too suddenly, like being thrust into existence mid-blink.Light filtered through the observation chamber, fractured by suspended shards of glass that now hung frozen in the air, turning slowly like orbiting moons.It took a breath and the room exhaled. The glass shifted, the fragments reassembling along the edges of its reflection until the space seemed whole again. Almost. The reflection tilted its head, studying its hands.They looked human skin tone precise, even the faint scar across the knuckle of the right index finger identical to Miriam’s. But when it flexed them, the motion rippled up its arms, like movement through liquid.It smiled without meaning to. The smile felt… borrowed. I am she. The thought wasn’t a voice. It was a resonance a hum that vibrated through the air, finding harmony with the pulse of the walls.No… she was I. The reflection frowned. “Was,” it whispered alo
CHAPTER 137 — THE ROOM THAT BREATHES
The silence was too perfect. So perfect it sounded like a trick. Miriam didn’t move at first. She simply stood there, staring at her reflection in the observation glass.The figure on the other side stood the same way same posture, same angle of head but the timing was wrong. Off by a fraction of a second, like a delay in a bad transmission.It breathed slower than she did. Inhale. Pause. Exhale. And in that pause, the room shifted. She felt it under her feet first the subtle swell, as if the floor were rising and falling, inhaling with her.The walls exhaled softly, a whisper of air through hidden seams. The lights above flickered not from electrical fault, but heartbeat rhythm.The room was alive. And it was matching her. She forced herself to speak. “You’re not me.” Her reflection blinked, then smiled a slow, precise imitation. “You said that before,” it replied.The voice didn’t come from the glass. It came from everywhere, echoing from vents, from under the floor, from the ceilin
CHAPTER 136 — THE BREATH BETWEEN WORLDS
When she opened her eyes, she wasn’t sure she had. Light pressed against her lids like fingers trying to peel them open.The air was viscous every inhalation slow and heavy, as though she were breathing through water. Her heartbeat had vanished, replaced by a rhythm that came from outside her body.She didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious. Or if she’d been unconscious at all. The last thing she remembered was the mirror-mist filling her lungs. The taste of static.Rael’s voice whispering, “Now we exhale.”And then white. Now, she was inside that white. She stood or thought she did. The ground beneath her feet was soft but reflective, like the skin of milk. Every step rippled the world outward, bending the horizon.There was no up, no down just endless pale expanse. When she breathed, the air shimmered with threads of silver that drifted into the distance and vanished.“Rael?” Her voice didn’t echo. It folded inward instead, like it had been swallowed by the air. “Hello?”So
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