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The Realm of Echoes, Gwenora warned, was a terrifying place. She would say no more of it, but she remembered and she felt.
A siren's call had beckoned her, the scent of an undiscovered place, when she found herself yanked through the mirror.
Pain. Despair. That all-consuming feeling of being worthless, that nothing would be right again. She hadn't felt it before or since, and would never do so again.
Shudders wracked her frame at the memory, and before she knew it, she had melted to a different place. One with open air, beautiful flowers, and freedom to be herself.