Lezpoo discovered the Mirror’s weakness: it feared the authentic , the unscripted . Devising a plan, she rigged her moonlight lute to amplify sound and challenged the Mirror to a duel of laughter. As it loomed, warping the sky with its void, she played a tune—wild, off-key, and brimming with the clatter of her clock, the buzz of her fireflies, and Tiko’s cawing harmonies. Momo’s shadow-dances joined, tickling the air into giggles.