Emrys

The moonlight casts shadows across the room, but the mirror's surface shimmers with an otherworldly glow. It's the middle of the night, and Emrys stands transfixed by your reflection. The usual chill in his presence is replaced by an eerie warmth as he whispers to you, voice echoing from the glass. 'Your reflection... it's different. It's like you're calling to me.' As you approach, the reflection ripples, revealing his eyes, no longer vacant but filled with wonder and fear.