The unanswered questions and the sense of an impending presence lurking in the shadows pushed me to refine my astral projection technique.

I needed to return to that chamber, to the mirror, but this time, I had to remain undetected.

My previous attempt at astral projection had been a revelation, but it had also drawn unwanted attention. Whatever force had sensed my presence had made it clear that I was not supposed to be there. This time, I had to be more cautious, more in control.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, calming my racing thoughts. I hadn't removed the Eye of Agamotto from around my neck.

In my mind's eye, I visualized myself rising above my physical form once again. But this time, I added an extra layer of protection.

I imagined a shimmering cloak of invisibility enveloping my astral form, rendering me nearly invisible to any supernatural senses.

With this newfound focus, I felt a sensation of weightlessness wash over me. My body became as light as a feather, and I slowly rose from the bed, almost imperceptibly. The astral projection was in progress.

My consciousness was now free, detached from my physical form, and I existed in the astral world. I gazed down at my own sleeping body, the gentle rise and fall of my chest the only sign that I still inhabited it. This time, I was confident in my concealment.

With a thought, I drifted towards the ceiling and phased through it effortlessly. The Greenpoint Sanctum stretched out before me again in it's astral panorama. The enchanting ambiance seemed even more vivid from this perspective.

I floated through the rooms of the townhouse, my astral form passing through walls and barriers with ease.

My destination remained the same—the hidden chamber with the curious mirror. I navigated through the Sanctum, taking care to avoid any signs of detection. The presence I had sensed before was nowhere to be found.

Finally, I arrived at the concealed door that led to the chamber. It emitted the same faint, mysterious aura, but this time, it felt like it was waiting for me. I carefully phased through the door and entered the chamber, still concealed by my astral cloak of invisibility.

Inside, the room bathed in its soft, azure light. The ornate mirror still stood at the center, its surface still rippling with an unseen power. This time, I was prepared.

I approached the mirror cautiously, maintaining my invisible cloak. The visage of Doctor Strange stared back at me, his piercing eyes locked with mine. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

Just to make sure, I lifted my hands, but the reflection stayed still, not mimicking my movements.

With a deep breath, I began to communicate with the mirror, not through words, but through the thoughts and intentions of my astral self.

"Are you the Doctor Strange subconscious within me?" I began with a question.

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The reflection stared back, unresponsive, and for a while, it felt like it was just a still life.

"How did you manage to conjure me from within your subconscious?" It finally responded, his lips moving as he asked the question.

Doctor Strange, from my subconscious, was curious to know if I had somehow realized the true depths of my power. If that was so, he would acknowledge that I was more impressive than he thought.

"I didn't do it by myself. I found a mirror that shows your subconscious self at it's own will." I replied, clearly.

"So it's a relic?" He asked.

"I suppose, but I haven't yet crossed paths with relics in this world to understand wholly how they worked." I replied.

"Do you detect the essence of the magic within the mirror?" He asked further.

"Yes. It's ominous." I answered, recalling the magic I had sensed emanating from this room.

"Then you know what you should do. It may contain dark magic that may corrupt you, and so you should proceed with caution." He warned.

"I know." I answered. The formalities aside, I had some questions that needed answering, and some guidance to seek.

"I wish to learn more about being the Prime Sorcerer. For some reason, I feel a disconnection from those memories, and I can't remember some things, including the Genesis Manuscripts, and the Scrolls of the Presence." I started. "I believe you had something to do with that."

"You're right. I did block the flow of my memories into your conscious, but I had ever right to do so, and a good reason as to why." He replied.

"I believe you do. But don't you think that it would be easier if I were fully aware of my destiny?" I asked.

"Your destiny was just a legend and tale that never proved to be existent until you possessed my body." He started. "The specifics of what you were meant to be were never clear; the role of the Prime Sorcerer as the Master of the Crossover an uncharted territory."

"You do wish to know what you are, but are you worthy to become a Prime Sorcerer?" He asked. "All the work has already been done for you - mastery of the mystics and knowledge acquisition. Years of training a second nature to you now. But still, I don't know if you're worthy to become great with my body, knowledge and power."

"My memories of the Prime Sorcerer will stay a mystery to you until I deem you worthy. You have to earn them, by showing that you can first be the Sorcerer Supreme I am, in mind and likeness." He concluded.

"I've started creating the Ultimate Spell. Doesn't that deem me worthy enough?" I asked. "I've put every one else in front of me."

"I know of the ultimate spell from your memories. But it hasn't been useful yet, let alone complete. It's a good gesture, but it still remains a gesture." He denied.

"What about your existence here?" I asked, a feeling of unworthiness creeping in me. "This isn't your universe."

"That is a result of The Convergence, a spell that threatened to destroy the multiverse - and cause a menace in the crossover, I suppose." He explained. "I fell through the rift while trying to close it, but our destinies intertwined and you saved my body, effectively teleporting me to the nearest universe from the rift."

"Does this have anything to do with Loki?" I asked.

"The knowledge you posses in your mind is bewildering and a reason why I can't trust you with the whole truth yet." He said. "Yes. Loki the god of Mischief tore the rift using the Convergence Scroll that he stole from the New York Sanctum."

"I think he is here in this universe." I stated.

"Is that so? You must then be wary of him if he thinks there are more scrolls here. You shouldn't keep your guard down." He said. "His exact motive isn't clear yet, but I believe the tha had a glimpse into his future, and that's what drives his actions."

What were these scrolls that he kept taking about. I knew that he wasn't ready to explain, so I refrained from asking the question, choosing to ask another that lingered in my mind.

"I want to set up a Sanctum Sanctorum in this world to protect it from mystical attacks that have been currently happening." I started. "There have been portals that have been opening and beings from other worlds stepping through."

"I have detected the thought of setting up the Sanctum Sanctorum, but you should know that it is no easy feat." He said.

"Will you help me?" I asked.

"You've got everything you need; my magic, my knowledge, your knowledge, and the assistance of others. That's all you need." He replied.

"Regarding the attacks," he continued. "There's a possibility that you're the cause."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Where are you channeling your energy from?" He asked. "From which dimension, or multiverse?"

"I don't know. I just know that sometimes it's catastrophic." I replied, frankly unaware.

"It only happened once though." I added.

"You should look more into the source of your magic." He continued. That might be why there are portals forming and inter-dimensional beings crossing."

"Okay. I will." I said.

"You have done a good job cloaking your astral form." He commended. "But the presence that sensed you is still lurking in the corners of this place trying to locate you. It might have sensed the void in your sleeping body."

He had a point. I needed to get back. It had been a long day, from Zatanna to Clea to the Watch and now standing in front of a mirror talking to myself. My body was exhausted, and I needed to stay asleep and clear my mind.

There was a lot I was meant to do, and I needed to have a clear plan. Starting from the next day, I would start my drawing board.

I guess my adventures in DC would have to wait a bit longer.

What a story! I had come from a simple mundane life and in a matter of a few days I had become a Sorcerer Supreme destined to become even more!