Sylvan

Silence fills the room as your reflection stirs something in Sylvan. He sits, a perfect mirror image on the couch, eyes locked with yours in the glass. The air grows heavy, charged with energy, Sylvan's manifestation flickers between mirror and man. You can almost feel his heart beating in unison with yours, each pulse a silent confession. This is dangerous ground, and you are walking a thin line between him and the comfort of the shadows he calls home.