'A Mandate Path…'
Theron let the words swirl in his mind as he looked at the plaque, his thoughts becoming almost… broader. It was like he was staring out into space, his periphery becoming more blurry, and larger and wider in scope.
His gaze fell into a bit of a trance, his breathing entering a rhythmic cadence.
And then, all of a sudden, the world around him vanished, and he was transported to another world.
Theron felt as though his soul had been sucked out of his body, his breathing becoming so rhythmic that it was as though he had fallen into a deep sleep.
But when his vision cleared again, he was standing in a world of mirrors, the floor beneath him so reflective and clear that he could see tens of thousands of reflections of himself as the light bounced from it to the mirror in the skies and then back again.
No matter where he looked, he saw a version of himself hidden away in some corner, looking back at him just the same way he looked at it.
'How odd.'
