Part 8: The Daughter That Chose Me“Where Time Waits for No Mother”There was no glass in the new mirror.Only space.Claire didn’t know how she passed through it — only that when she blinked, she was no longer in her house.Not in her world.But in Clara’s memory.---The air was heavy with fog.The ground was soft with ash.Claire stood at the edge of a village that had no roads — only doors floating in midair, each connected to a different moment.They opened without sound.She passed one — and saw herself giving birth to Elara.Passed another — and saw her grandmother burying