Overwhelming memories flooded into her mind, shattering Charlotte's vision.
No, it wasn't her vision that had shattered.
In reality, she had her eyes closed.
What shattered was her perception.
After a flash of light, Charlotte found herself in a beautiful world.
More precisely, a world of dreams.
She found herself standing on a long floating corridor, surrounded by darkness, with numerous broken mirror pieces floating on both sides.
Each piece emitted a faint halo, like slides, displaying one distinct scene after another.
Some glowed brightly, radiating a soft light, quiet and peaceful.
Others burst with blood-red light, their aura cold and harsh, bringing a strong sense of discomfort to anyone merely looking at them.
Charlotte chose the one closest to her.
In the next instant, her perspective shifted, and she saw a cute little girl giggling, sitting in an old house, celebrating her birthday with her plainly dressed parents.
