Kaelen led Nyra through the strange, dreamlike landscape of the Unseen Dimension. All around them, flickers of past events shimmered in the air like ghosts, fragments of forgotten moments from countless realms.
"You need to know the truth, Nyra," Kaelen said as they walked. "The truth about the Gatekeepers. About us."
Nyra's heart pounded. "What are you talking about?"
Kaelen stopped at the edge of a vast, shattered mirror, its surface reflecting not the present, but a memory from long ago. In the reflection, Nyra saw herself—young, reckless, and full of life—alongside Kaelen, both of them laughing together in a world that seemed brighter, more vibrant.
"Before you became the Gatekeeper, you and I were part of a rebellion," Kaelen explained. "We fought against the system that controlled the realms, the same system that wiped your memory and turned you into their enforcer."
Nyra's breath caught in her throat. "That can't be true. I've always been the Gatekeeper. It's my purpose, my destiny."
Kaelen shook his head. "No, Nyra. It's what they made you believe. They erased your past, erased us, because we were a threat to their control. But now, you have a choice. You can break free from them. You can reclaim your memories, your life."
Nyra's mind raced as the weight of Kaelen's words sank in. Could it be true? Had her entire existence as the Gatekeeper been built on lies?
