The Painted Mirrors of Lorendon
Deep within the hilly landscapes of the unseen mystical realm, Lorendon was a place untouched by the toddles of time. Its serenity resonated with the celestial bodies that sat together around the great cosmic table, observing the divine orchestration of realities.
In Lorendon, amongst many arcane places, was a peculiar shop owned by old Tibrus. Many speculated Tibrus to be an eccentric hermit, while some narrated tales of his lineage descending from the race of celestial painters born out from stardust; a whisper that landed on Lorendon's ears through a lost interstellar breeze.
Tibrus owned the world of mystical mirrors. These weren't ordinary mirrors; they were painted mirrors - a display of divine craftsmanship. Each mirror exhibited a unique handcrafted design that wrapped around its edges, infusing it with artistry unparalleled and magic untamed.
Every mirror bore a dormant semblance served to the ones who could weave together the tale of its creation. Often tourists, magic-weilders, and projectors of higher realms, traversed distances greater than galaxies to choose from Tibrus's collection.
Once in the reign of the Purple Nebula, during the annual Star Fall festival, Lorendon had an unusually distinguished visitor: Aries, the God of painters, hidden behind a veil of mortality. Aries, intrigued by old tales, was there to examine the legacy of his celestial descendants.
His gaze fell upon the most exquisite mirror - 'The Azure Mirrored Rhapsody'. Its edges, etched in a timeless pattern, were a breathtaking symphony of colors. Aries, mesmerized, inquired for its story.
Tibrus, looking at him intently, acknowledged Aries' genuine yearning and began telling the tale. The Azure Rhapsody, he said, was born when two celestial bodies collided, scattering fragments of reality. One such fragment, dipped in the cosmic sea of emotions, fell on this mirror, enchanting the edges with divine beauty.
Aries, touched, could see his reflection resonating with the Azure Rhapsody. Seeing the god lost in his thoughts, Tibrus spoke up, 'My lord, a mirror chosen can transport its owner into any reality they desire.'
Aries pondered the idea. Garden-quiet, he signaled Tibrus, then disappeared with the mirror. He yearned for a reality of artistic solitude. Reflecting his desires onto the mirror, he ventured into the realm he always dreamed of. There he spent what we call centuries, painting his heart out expressing his Life.
Where Aries resides is left to the stars and the cosmic tale bearers, but back in the world of Lorendon the tale of 'The Painted Mirrors of Lorendon' became a legend, recited from one generation to another; growing richer with time, just like the city of Lorendon itself.
Meanwhile, Tibrus’s peculiar shop, under the blinking gaze of the cosmos, continues to paint the miracles of its magical mirrors, waiting for the next being desiring to look into its mirror - bridging realities, connecting dimensions.