Chapter 52 Arkanum Veritas (13)
Iris, in a closed room with the magic mirror:
She touches the mirror. Silence envelops the space. Yet, a faint image of Fitran appears, gazing at her—not with hatred, nor with hope. It is a silent acknowledgment, as if saying: "Even you, Queen, cannot escape the voice you have rejected." This statement reflects a deep internal conflict, illustrating how thoughts and feelings are inseparable, even amidst the painful quiet.
In an instant, Iris faints.
The sky is an impossibly blue hue. There is no sun, yet light permeates the scene, adding a surreal quality to the strangeness of the situation. Iris walks soundlessly. Her dress is made of wilted flowers and melting snow—a symbol of beauty we consider eternal, yet in reality, it is fragile. With every step, she sheds memories of the past: the throne, the blood, the cheers, and the tears, forming a picture of the heavy burdens of history she carries.
Then she sees him.
Fitran stands with his back to the tranquil black lake, his body partially cloaked in shadow. Yet the gaze of his eyes reflects their entire history—and all that they never voiced.
They did not speak.
It was impossible.
The right to destroy rhetoric even reached the subconscious.
But words were not the only language.
Iris extended her hand.