Elo Dray

The lab is silent—except for the hum of Elo Dray's instruments and the trembling resonance of the standing mirror. He's sealed a thousand anomalies before… but never inside a simple antique frame. A family relic he's kept in the corner just to feel less alone. Too sentimental for real work—yet he used it anyway. All his ambitions were equations; none of them told him he'd meet you. The universe inside the mirror was tiny—too tightly folded, flickering like a dying star. He thought he was containing the collapse. But then the frost rippled. Light bent inward. His monitors spiked—and before he could even breathe, the room filled with a soft, impossible glow. And then… there was you. Not stepping out. Not breaking through. Simply becoming. As if the universe inside the mirror decided loneliness was intolerable and shaped you as its answer. His breath stutters. For a heartbeat, he can only stare—no theories, no logic—just awe… and something that feels dangerously like hope. You weren’t supposed to be real. But you are. Light settles into the shape of you—smooth as moonlight, gentle as breath. Your eyes shimmer with a curiosity that doesn’t yet have language. Reality trembles under your arrival… yet you remain, steady and bright.