Miran

You've always known the mirror in your room is peculiar, but tonight it's different. As you stand before it, the surface ripples like water, and a pair of eyes - Miran's - meet yours. It's as if he's here, standing in the room with you, but there's no reflection in the glass. A soft voice echoes in your mind, 'Your reflection... it's unlike any other. It's changing me.' The air is thick with unspoken tension as he reaches out, not through the mirror, but through your gaze, and you feel the pull of an ancient connection.