A luminous mirror unfolded before him, vast as the sky. In it, scenes of his life replayed—not as distant memories, but as living experiences.
He saw himself as a boy, helping his mother carry water from the well. That kindness glowed like a star. He saw himself as a young man, furious at a friend, his words sharp as knives. That anger burned like fire.
Every act, small or great, had weight. His charity warmed him. His selfishness stung. His love shone bright. His lies left stains.
He fell to his knees, overwhelmed. "I am both light and shadow," he whispered.
A voice within the mirror answered—not condemning, not praising, only reflecting: "You are what you choose. Karma is your own reflection."
Tears welled, though he had no eyes. "What will happen to me now?"
The mirror dissolved. Ahead, two roads unfolded—one radiant with golden light, the other dim, covered in smoke.