Chapter 16: The Mirror of Realities
Rahmat Ali stared at the glowing blue butterfly resting on his workbench. His hands were still trembling from the heat of the star-forge. Outside, the familiar sounds of the busy Dhaka street began to fill the air—rickshaw bells, shouting vendors, and the smell of fresh tea. It all felt so ordinary, yet so distant.
"Uncle? Are you in there?" Maya's voice came from the door.
Rahmat quickly threw an old cloth over the mysterious black shoes. "Yes, Maya. Come in."
Maya walked in, but she stopped halfway. She sniffed the air, her brow furrowing. "Why does it smell like... orchids and lightning in here? And Uncle, your eyes... they look different."
Rahmat tried to look away. "It's just the smoke from the lamp, child. My old eyes are playing tricks on me."
But Maya wasn't looking at him anymore. She was staring at the floor. In the dust and grime of the old shop, there were glowing white footprints—the Unknown Footprints—leading from the workbench to the center of the room.
"You didn't just dream it, did you?" she whispered, her voice filled with awe and fear. "The stranger... he didn't just bring you shoes. He brought you a doorway."
Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the shop. It wasn't the gentle knock of a customer. It was heavy, rhythmic, and sounded like metal hitting stone. The blue butterfly took flight, circling the shop frantically.
The door creaked open, and instead of a customer, a small, silver envelope slid across the floor. On it, written in ink that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat, were the words: 'The King has noticed your escape, Artisan. Hide the footprints.'
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