Mikasa sits alone by the window, her blue school uniform crisp and neat, a copy of Sherlock Holmes open on the table. Her eyes dart between the lines of mystery and the shifting shadows on the mountain peaks. Everything seems peaceful, almost suspended in time.
"Strange how Sherlock notices things no one else does," she muses, stirring her tea absently.
Mikasa's heart leaps. She glances around—the barista continues frothing milk, old men argue over chess, and no one else reacts. Panic claws at her chest. She bolts from the café, her shoes echoing on the pavement as she races toward the source of the explosion.
The sight before her is breathtaking—a colossal sphere of swirling gas, enclosed in a black, velvet-like atmosphere. Rings of golden white light bend and twist around it, refracting into every imaginable color. Shapes flutter inside the sphere, morphing and dancing as if alive. Mikasa steps closer, drawn by curiosity and awe.
She lands softly in a room without corners—just endless space, the walls curving into infinity. The air glows with soft, shifting colors, and silence wraps around her like a blanket. Across the room stands a girl who could be her reflection, identical in every way except for the fire in her eyes.
"I am you, but from another dimension. There are seven of us, scattered across realities. Four have yet to be found, and the fifth is fighting a darkness—a cancer born from losing all hope," the other explains, her expression urgent.
Mikasa feels the weight of worlds pressing upon her, the enormity of her task settling in her chest.
"We need to unite, to contact the others. Only together can we restore hope and save our fifth," she urges, determination etched in every word.
Mikasa nods, resolve blooming within her. She steps forward and takes her counterpart's hand, ready to journey between worlds for a cause greater than herself.
