The Tremor of the New World
The city no longer changed chaotically. The stones of the buildings had found their places, the streets had become orderly, but the air still held echoes of transformation. Emiren could feel something still trembling in the depths of reality, as if the world was not yet fully certain of its existence.
“It’s like breathing,” Flamen murmured, touching the wall of one of the buildings.
The wall was warm, almost alive. Faint streaks of light ran across its surface, dissolving into the depths of the material.
“It’s not over yet,” said the Watery, looking at the river. “The current remains unstable.”
The river that flowed through the center of the city no longer just reflected reality—it had become something more. Its waters shimmered with reflections not only of this world but of other possible versions of what the city could have become.
Emiren knew: another battle lay ahead. A battle not for power or territory, but for the very definition of this new world.
A Path into the Unknown
“If we don’t anchor the city to a specific point in time, it might become unstable again,” said Flamen.
Emiren nodded silently. The feeling of instability was like a barely audible echo of a coming storm. Something was approaching.
“The only way to understand the truth is to move forward,” the Hollow said. “We must find the source of this tremor.”
The Shadow, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward.
“I know where you need to go,” she said.
She spread her hands, and before them appeared a thin crack in the air—a rupture between possibilities, a portal leading to the place where the fates of worlds were decided.
Emiren took a deep breath.
“Then we cross the boundary.”
And he took the first step.
The Heart of the Crossing
They found themselves in a space that was neither past nor future. Around them stretched an endless gallery of mirrors, each reflecting all possible versions of their choices.
Emiren approached one of the mirrors.
In it, he saw a city that had never found balance. It was consumed by the chaos of change, streets dissolving, people wandering through endless transitions between times.
“This is what could happen if we don’t intervene,” he said.
The Hollow touched another mirror.
“And this?”
In it, the city was completely frozen, devoid of movement, as if time within it had stopped forever.
“If we anchor reality too tightly, it could become static,” the Watery whispered.
Flamen stopped before yet another mirror. In it, the city existed, but it was entirely different—ruled by another force, and they themselves were no longer part of it.
“There are so many possible futures… How do we choose the right one?”
“We don’t choose,” the Shadow said. “We create.”
And then, before them, appeared the central mirror. It was empty.
Shaping the Future
“This is our canvas,” Emiren said.
He touched the mirror’s surface, and it trembled, beginning to reflect the first outlines of a new world.
Flamen raised his hand, adding new details—a city balanced between movement and stability.
The Hollow created the potential for change, ensuring the world could grow but not collapse.
The Watery wove harmony into reality, so that the currents of time would remain natural.
And finally, the Shadow united it all.
The mirror shone, and they felt a wave of energy pass through them, altering the very fabric of existence.
The Return
They were back in the city.
Everything looked the same… and yet entirely different.
The people no longer felt chaos. The flow of time no longer wavered.
“We… did it,” Flamen whispered.
Emiren looked at the city.
“Yes. But this is only the beginning.”
The city had found its balance.
But its story was just beginning.