In the quiet town of Serenity Falls, there was an attic room in the old library that few ever visited. Inside, covered by a velvet cloth, stood the Mirror of Many Futures. It did not show one's reflection, but one's possibilities.Elara, a clever girl whose quick decisions often led to unintended messes, had been granted special permission to see it. She stood before the ornate frame, her heart pounding. "The mirror does not judge," the elderly librarian had said, "it only shows. The choice remains yours."She pulled the cloth away.The glass did not show her face. Instead, it swirled with