In a realm of reflections, where every choice cast a shadow into another world, Lucky met… herself.
Not her past. Not a vision.
But a version of her who had made different choices. Who had failed. Who had turned bitter.
They did not fight. They talked.
And cried.
And forgave.
When Lucky stepped away from the mirror, she left behind a gift—a seed.
Even the versions of us we fear deserve a chance to grow.