The air shimmered with an iridescent quality, like heat waves over summer pavement. Flowers that weren't quite real twisted up from the cracked ground, their petals bleeding colors that didn't exist in any kingdom Y/n had ever visited.

The group stood at the edge of a path paved in what looked like shattered mirrors, each piece reflecting something slightly different—a version of themselves, a version of the world, a version of what could have been.