"Go through the mirror Anakin."
In the dark corridors of the Force, an ancient prophecy whispers secrets of power and destruction. An enigmatic mirror holds the fate of the Chosen One, revealing that his path to bring balance is intertwined with the...
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Dreams; in the deep silence of sleepless nights, dreams intertwine like threads of an ancient fabric, weaving alternative realities and glimpses of an uncertain destiny. They are echoes of forgotten memories, fragments of prophecies whispered by the wind, where time bends and space dissolves. Each dream is a door ajar, a veiled invitation to explore the mysteries of the subconscious. But beware, not everything that shines is light, and not every shadow is darkness. Dreams hold secrets that are only revealed to those who dare to step through the looking glass of the mind, challenging the boundaries between the possible and the unknown.
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In the bowels of the Force, a shadow lurked, weaving destinies with threads of bitterness, dipped in blades of hatred. It moved like a parasite, through the cracks left by small mental fissures, playing with the dance of emotions and making sanity consumable by doubt. Like a great master, he held his puppets in a net of manipulation and hatred.
Darkness enveloped everything around, a thick, silent veil that seemed to suck in any trace of light. A girl stood in an endless expanse, feeling the cold surface of a non-existent floor beneath her bare feet. The air was heavy, charged with a foreboding that made her heart race. Suddenly, a pale light began to pulsate in the distance, an ethereal glow that called out to her.
Without knowing exactly how, the girl began to move towards that light, each step echoing like a whisper lost in the immensity. The light seemed far away, but every time she got closer, she felt as if something invisible and powerful was pushing her forward. As she advanced, indistinct figures began to appear in the shadows, their outlines fluctuating between the real and the imaginary. They watched her with unfathomable eyes, as if they knew all her deepest secrets.
"(Y/N)..." she heard her name, sounding like an old song.
Suddenly, she found herself in front of a large mirror, its surface reflecting not only her image, but also fragmented scenes from an uncertain future. She saw flashes of epic battles, unfamiliar faces distorted by fear and anger, and an imposing figure that radiated an overwhelming presence. The figure was wrapped in a dark cloak, and his eyes, glowing with a menacing intensity, seemed to pierce her soul. Yellow eyes, burning like fire, reflected in front of her.
The sound of her name came from there, from the mirror, calling her closer and closer.
But then the sound changed, now it was like cracks.
The mirror began to crack, each fissure emitting a shrill sound that reverberated throughout the vastness. The young girl tried to back away, but she felt trapped, as if invisible roots were holding her in place. The cracks spread, and the mirror shattered into a million fragments, each one reflecting a piece of the enigma that was her destiny. As the shards began to fall, she heard a voice whisper in her ear, an ancient voice full of wisdom, but also of warning:
