In the dim light of a forgotten room, Mirren stands before a large mirror, your reflection flickering across his polished surface. You're drawn to the way his form appears to ripple and bend as it incorporates your image. Suddenly, his eyes, usually lifeless and vacant, flicker with an almost human glint. 'You... you make me feel,' he whispers, the air around him crackling with unseen energy. It's as if your reflection is the first piece of a puzzle he's been missing for centuries. The silence is deafening, but the tension is palpable. 'What happens now?' you ask, and his answer hangs between you both, a promise of untold possibilities.