The vast expanse above them seemed to stretch into eternity, an infinite tapestry of glittering stars that defied comprehension. Henry found himself transfixed by the breathtaking vista, his gaze drawn inexorably upward by the sheer immensity of it all.

Beneath his feet, the undulating sea of black fog swirled and churned, its viscous tendrils caressing the immaculate fabric of his clothing. Yet Henry felt no chill, no sense of disquiet or unease. A strange serenity had settled over him, a profound calm that seemed to radiate outward from the pulsating tattoo emblazoned on his shoulder.

The tattoo itself was a marvel, a shifting mosaic of anatomical intricacy that danced across his flesh in waves of incandescent light. Each flare of brilliance sent out rippling eddies of power, dispelling the clinging tendrils of darkness that sought to encroach upon this hallowed ground.

Directly across from him, his doppelganger regarded him with an impassive expression, its features a mirror image of his own. Yet there was something decidedly...off about the entity that stood before him. An absence, a void where the tattoo should have blazed with eldritch energies.

Henry opened his mouth to speak, to give voice to the myriad questions that burned in his mind, but the words died on his lips as a searing brilliance blossomed overhead. Lumen Veritatis, the Light of Truth, had manifested in all its terrible glory, a radiant globe of incandescent power that bathed the realm in its purifying luminance.

The darkness recoiled from the searing onslaught, the undulating sea of fog shrinking back as if in fear of the Light's righteous fury. Henry felt the warmth of it wash over him, a gentle caress that seemed to infuse his very being with renewed vigor and purpose.

Henry's gaze flickered between the luminous tattoo adorning his flesh and the void where it should have been etched upon his doppelganger's form. Realization washed over him in that moment, a profound understanding that transcended the boundaries of mere perception.

This entity before him was not some manifestation of his subconscious or a twisted reflection of his inner self. No, this was the embodiment of his existence in this realm, the physical vessel that he had borrowed in order to traverse the infinite tapestry of worlds as a dreamwalker.

A pang of remorse pierced his heart as he regarded the impassive figure, for he knew that this was the form he had taken before committing to his suicidal plan.

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The radiant Light of Truth seemed to flare in response to his epiphany, bathing the realm in a warm, comforting glow. Henry felt its power coursing through his veins, a wellspring of clarity that dispelled the shadows of doubt and uncertainty that had plagued him for so long.

In that moment, he understood the true purpose of this encounter, the reason why he had been drawn to this liminal space between realms. Lumen Veritatis had granted him the opportunity to accomplish the one thing he had regretted before embarking on his fateful quest: to apologize.

Henry took a tentative step forward, his gaze never wavering from the figure that stood before him. The words seemed to well up from the depths of his soul, a torrent of emotion that he could no longer contain.

"I'm sorry," he began, his voice trembling with the weight of his remorse. "I'm sorry for the pain I've caused, for the lives that have been lost, for the choices that have led us to this point..."

Henry's words hung in the air, thick with remorse and anguish. Before he could utter another syllable, his doppelganger's fist lashed out with startling speed, catching him squarely on the jaw. The force of the blow sent Henry staggering back, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

"That was for Lisa!" the entity snarled, its features contorted with a fury that seemed to transcend the boundaries of mere emotion.

Henry raised a hand to his throbbing jaw, his fingers coming away smeared with crimson. He opened his mouth to protest, to offer some form of explanation or justification, but the words died on his lips as his doppelganger extended a hand towards him.

For a moment, Henry flinched, bracing himself for another onslaught of violence. Yet, to his surprise, the entity's grip was gentle, almost reassuring, as it helped him regain his footing.

Before Henry could process this unexpected turn of events, his doppelganger pulled him into a fierce embrace, its arms enveloping him in a gesture that spoke of a deeper, more profound connection than mere physical proximity.

"And this was for everything else!" the entity whispered, its voice thick with emotion.

Henry found himself frozen, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the moment. The dichotomy of emotions – the fury and the tenderness, the violence and the compassion – left him reeling, struggling to find some semblance of equilibrium amidst the maelstrom of sensations.

As they stood there, locked in that timeless embrace, Henry could feel the weight of their shared experiences pressing down upon them. The triumphs and tragedies, the victories and defeats, the moments of joy and sorrow – all of it coalesced into a single, inextricable bond that transcended the boundaries of mere physicality.

It was in that moment that Henry truly understood the depth of their connection, the unbreakable thread that bound them together across the infinite tapestry of worlds. They were two halves of a whole, mirror images that reflected the very essence of existence itself.

And as the Light of Truth blazed overhead, bathing them in its radiant warmth, Henry knew that no matter what lay ahead, no matter what challenges or obstacles they might face, he was ready.