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In Grandma's dusty attic, Maya stands before an antique mirror entwined with silver vines, one hand pressed to the rippling glass. Indoor, muted daylight filters through rafters, highlighting the blue backpack on her shoulders and the glowing words 'Welcome, helper.'
Maya found an antique mirror with silver vines in Grandma's attic. 'Who's there?' she asked. Letters shimmered: 'Welcome, helper.' The glass rippled. Clutching her blue backpack, Maya touched it.
Outdoor lantern-lit forest night, Maya faces a mossy stone tablet beside a gently glowing river. Lanterns hover overhead, casting warm light on her thoughtful face and blue backpack as the engraved question 'What bridges friends?' gleams on the tablet.
'Step through,' the mirror wrote. Maya breathed deep and entered a forest of floating lanterns. A river blocked the path. A stone tablet asked, 'What bridges friends?' 'Kindness,' Maya answered.
On a floating bridge formed by linked lanterns above the dark river, Maya braces against a strong wind, gripping her blue backpack straps. The outdoor scene glows with warm light as a radiant door of light hovers ahead.
Lamps linked into a glowing bridge. Wind tugged hard; Maya steadied herself with her backpack straps. Across safely, she found a door of light. 'Brave heart,' the mirror wrote. 'Continue.'
Inside an endless mirror maze, indoor cool light, Maya smiles while stepping at a left turn, her blue backpack reflected infinitely around her. Petal-shaped lights bloom at the distant exit doorway, illuminating her confident expression.
Inside was a mirror maze. 'I can do this,' Maya said. She walked straight, then left, smiling. Exit blossomed. 'You learned courage and kindness,' the mirror wrote. Maya stepped home.