LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 23: city of echoes
Lyra's eyes widened as she gazed out at the wonders of the Multiverse. She had never seen anything like it before. The city in the distance seemed to be made of pure crystal, and the buildings seemed to be singing a gentle, ethereal melody.
The Queen smiled, seeming to sense Lyra's wonder. "This is the City of Echoes," she said. "A place where the very fabric of reality is woven and unwoven."
Lyra's mind reeled as she tried to comprehend the Queen's words. She had always known that the Dreamrealm was a place of wonder and magic, but she had never imagined that it was connected to the Multiverse.
As they walked towards the city, Lyra noticed that the buildings seemed to be shifting and changing around her. The crystal walls seemed to be melting and reforming, like a kaleidoscope of colors and patterns.
The Queen laughed, seeming to sense Lyra's confusion. "The City of Echoes is a place of constant change," she said. "Here, reality is fluid, and the very fabric of existence is woven and unwoven with every step."
Lyra's eyes widened as she realized the implications of the Queen's words. She had always thought of reality as a fixed and unchanging thing, but here in the Multiverse, anything seemed possible.
As they entered the city, Lyra saw that the buildings were filled with strange and wondrous creatures. There were beings made of pure light, and others that seemed to be crafted from the very fabric of the city itself.
The Queen led Lyra to a great crystal palace at the heart of the city. Inside, Lyra saw a great crystal throne, surrounded by a halo of light.
The Queen sat down on the throne, and Lyra saw that her eyes seemed to be burning with an inner fire.
"Welcome, Lyra," the Queen said. "I have been waiting for you. You have come to the Multiverse seeking answers, but are you prepared to pay the price?"
Lyra hesitated, unsure of what to say. She had come to the Multiverse seeking answers, but she had no idea what the price might be.
The Queen smiled, seeming to sense Lyra's uncertainty. "The price is not to be paid in gold or silver," she said. "But in the very fabric of your own reality."