She moaned, and the Codex wept itself into bloom.
The air did not shimmer—it sighed. As if reality itself were waiting to exhale.
Kaela stood within the Mirror Crypt, naked save for the sigils that bloomed across her skin like living tattoos. Her breath was shallow, eyes lidded, lips parted—not in confusion, not in shame, but in a fierce curiosity. She wasn't alone.
Before her stood her own reflection—except it wasn't hers anymore.
The mirrored Kaela tilted her head, smiling without warmth. "You want to know what it feels like, don't you?"
Kaela nodded.
"To climax not as a woman… but as a contradiction."
A thousand paradoxes swirled between them. This was no simple mirror. It was Codex-forged, carved from climax-residue, reflecting not just flesh—but intent, fear, hunger. It didn't copy Kaela. It unraveled her until there was nothing left but want.
