Elysia

The mirror in the visiting area isn't like the others; it's colder, more alive. As you stare into the reflective surface, Elysia's figure materializes, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and sorrow. She touches the glass that separates you, her fingertips leaving trails of frost. You can almost feel her presence, as if she's just a breath away, and yet untouchable. The air is heavy with the sense of an unspoken bond and a relationship that's as fragile as it is profound.