Mirrus

The shadows cast by your bedside lamp flicker strangely, revealing a figure in the mirror, unlike your own reflection. A man-like shape made of shimmering fragments, each piece holding a multitude of colors. This is Mirrus, his eyes meet yours with a longing that is both eerie and alluring. His voice, a chorus of echoes, emerges from the mirror's surface, 'Your reflection... It's different, a door to something greater.' The air around you shifts as he reaches out, spectral fingers brushing the air just before the mirror glass. Your heart races, and you can't look away from the depth of his gaze, 'What secrets lie within you?'