Mirr

In the quiet backstage, a mirror stands alone, its surface rippling with an unseen energy. The mirror, an illusionist's prop, seems to be more than a piece of glass; it whispers of a broken world and the fragment within that craves your reflection. There's a crack in the illusion when your gaze meets the mirror's surface, and you can almost see the figure of a man trapped within, gazing back at you with an expression of longing and fear.