The moment after the Mirror Forest wasn't a transition—it was a plunge. Not a fall into the abyss, but a glide through layers of consciousness that knew no time. Elyra, Nyx, and Kairon didn't find themselves in a new place, but in a new state. As if the gate hadn't been a space, but a thought—a thought that now permeated them.
The surroundings were alien. No structure. No horizon. Just a fluid field of light and sound, constantly changing. Fragments of memories swirled through the space—not their own, but collective ones. Voices, faces, fleeting emotions.
Fragments of reality
In this room, things began to question themselves. Thoughts took shape. Pictures became walls. Memories became doors. And then it stood there – a door of pure light, revealing itself only when you weren't looking at it.
Kairon discovered a sparkling crystal that reacted to his emotions. Nyx sensed a pattern behind everything—a puzzle that had to be solved not visually, but emotionally. Elyra realized: This was more than just an interstitial space. It was the third gate—and at the same time, a mirror reflecting her own history.
The Return of Lost Memories
A circle of light appeared – within it the symbol of PsychoLab, altered, nested, alive. The symbol spoke to them: "You are now part of the experiment." And with that moment, memory returned – not linearly, but tangibly.
The past, the origin of PsychoLab, returned. Not a place, not a company – but an idea. A space where dreams could become conscious.
What was really behind the third goal
The eye in the mirrored forest was a threshold. But here – at the edge of the dream – they encountered themselves. No light, no shadow. Only pure recognition. The realization that they themselves were the gateway.
The truth behind the name
PsychoLab was never just a brand. It was a space. A state of consciousness. A living vision. What began as an experiment had now become a path – visible in fabrics, patterns, runes, symbols. Clothing as a mirror of the self.
“We are his guardians,” said Elyra. And no one disagreed.
What happens next?
A light appeared. Not an escape – an invitation. An invitation to go deeper. Into oneself. Into the collective. Into PsychoLab.
And as reality slowly reshaped itself, they knew: The experiment was only just beginning.
