Zara found herself standing in a world of blue. There was no horizon, no land, no sky. Only a boundless plane that looked like the surface of an ocean, yet remained perfectly solid beneath her feet. The water did not ripple. It did not move. It simply existed like a sheet of glass that stretched into infinity.
She took a single step and heard nothing. No splash. No tap. No echo. The silence pressed against her ears like a heavy blanket.
When she glanced up, she froze.
Because she was staring at her own face.
Her own boots hung in the air above her. Her own hands hovered where the sky should have been. And her own wide eyes stared back down as if she were standing on a mirror.
Zara's breath caught.
She turned her head slowly to the left, half expecting to see something different. Anything different.
Instead she saw herself again.
