The second trial was the Hall of Mirrors. Each reflection showed a different version of herself: Elara the adored, surrounded by faceless admirers; Elara the powerful, crowned in thorns and diamonds; Elara the abandoned, weeping alone in a locked room. The mirrors whispered. Choose which one you deserve.
She stepped onto the path. Behind her, Lustland shimmered once — a beautiful, terrible carnival of everything she could ever want — and then folded itself back into the black oak door. the lustland adventure
Elara pressed her palms to her temples. "How do I leave?" The second trial was the Hall of Mirrors
The mirror cracked. Behind it lay a narrow path leading upward, out of the garden, away from the bazaar. Velle smiled — the first genuine expression she had seen on his face. "You are leaving early," he said. "Most spend years here." Choose which one you deserve