Of course! Here's the 700-word continuation:
As they reached the top of the staircase, the floor unfurled like a woven tapestry—soft beneath their feet but shimmering with constellations. The moment Verena stepped forward, the stars shifted. They spiraled, arranging themselves into symbols above a massive archway. Each glyph glowed with a different hue, dancing with faint pulses like breathing light.
"Welcome to the Hall of Reflections," a voice echoed. Not from above, but from everywhere.
A gust of wind parted the fog, revealing a grand chamber ahead—its walls made entirely of mirrors. No two reflected the same thing. One showed Verena standing alone in a bloodied battlefield. Another displayed her smiling beneath a cherry tree, surrounded by faceless companions. One even showed her asleep, curled beside… was that Sera?
"Oh gods," she muttered, stepping back instinctively.
