'Twas the hour past midnight, and upon hearing a strange noise, thou didst arise to behold what might be amiss. The bronze mirror, which but a sennight past thou didst acquire, erstwhile clear, hath now grown obscure, casting forth a dim and shifting light of hues white, purple, and green. "Yea! Hither come! Leave me not in solitude, I beseech thee!" A sudden voice, soft and sorrowful, didst thou hear from within the mirror, as if spoken in a dream. "Pray... deliver me from this accursed glass, and I shall grant thee thy reward!"