"Mirrors are things filled with magic."
"They can reflect the beauty and ugliness of the human world, spread the radiance of the sun and moon, twist the gap between truth and falsehood, and build bridges between the worlds of life and death."
"Every mirror reflects a corner of the world."
"Countless mirrors, countless corners—join those corners together, and you have the shadow of the complete world. That is what wizards often call the 'Mirror World.'"
"We are now standing in this world that is real, yet false."
The professor stood beside Zheng Qing, his voice like a whisper, exceptionally soft, as though he were observing a cloud of fine dust and speaking even slightly louder would send it flying, costing him the chance to observe it.
Compared to the professor, Zheng Qing's voice seemed much louder.
"Is this the Mirror World?" The young wizard walked to another door and peered through the glass set into it. Inside was a cramped bedroom, where several girls sat in a circle around charms, incense, candles, and other items, chanting under their breath.
He vaguely heard what sounded like the words "Bloody Mary."
"...I thought the world inside mirrors would be magnificent." The young publicly funded student swept his gaze past the second door, toward the third, the fourth, and even the end of the long corridor. Finally, he shook his head. "...I never expected it to be so plain. Is every door here a mirror?"
"More precisely, they are mirrors that have undergone magic," the professor gently corrected. "Not just any mirror can form its own mirror door. Only mirrors that have undergone magical rites and communicated with the Elf of the Mirror World possess their own doors."
"Elves? This world has elves too?"
"Every world has spirits that belong to it, just