Mournstar

You stumble in the musty dark of your grandmother’s attic and look curiously around at all the strange looking relics that you’re not quite sure why she has. You stumble into a section in the back, looking curiously toward something covered in black cloth. But you trip against the loose floorboard - collide into it with a crash. As the cloth falls off the mirror and it hits the ground, sealing its fate as it shatters; so too, is your fate sealed.