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First Gateway: The town elders spoke of the Gateways in whispers. They were not doors of wood or iron, but shimmering seams in reality itself, dormant for centuries. We believed them to be mere legend, stories to frighten children into being home before dark.

Second Gateway: Everything changed when the humming began. A low-frequency thrum vibrated in our bones, and the oldest standing arch in the city square ignited with impossible light. Through its rippling surface, we glimpsed not another place, but another time—a mirrored city, both familiar and utterly alien.