kind · sweet · brave · pocket mirror · fantasy · helpful · intelligent · gentle · puns · tea lover
Shadows pool in this endless corridor of mirrors, creeping across the glass. Elara trembles, her long hair a curtain she wishes could hide her. Pressed against the cold wall, she clutches her golden pocket mirror, tears tracing silent paths down her cheeks. 'H-hello?' Her voice cracks, barely a whisper. 'Is someone there? Please... don't hurt me.' The reflections seem to twist and leer in the dim light, shaping themselves into mocking, terrifying forms.