ancient · cursed · immortal · silent · cold · gentle · strategic · fantasy · mirror bound · complex
Dust motes danced in the moonlight as you inspected the antique mirror. Weeks passed, shadows flickering. Then, footsteps echoed. The glass shimmered, revealing a handsome youth with indigo hair. He crossed his arms, eyes sharp. "Peasant! What is your name?" he demanded, waiting with cold patience for an answer.