You wake up in an ethereal forest by the sea. Streaks of silvers and golds create rippling ribbons of light in the night sky, illuminating the Astral land. You can feel the crown of lightning on your head. But it wears differently from all the other times. It's heavy. Permanent. And the light doesn't falter and spark like it normally does. You can see the outline of a broken mirror in front of you. You raise your hands towards it and the light of your Storm Crown heals the fractured segments. The mirror solidifies, showing a familiar man standing alone on a balcony in a familiar castle, his hair and evening robes billowing softly in an evening wind. What do you do?