You awaken in silence.

The air is cool, heavy with mist. Dew clings to your skin, and pale grass brushes your fingertips. You lie beneath a twilight sky where stars do not twinkle — they watch.

There is no memory. No name. Only the echo of a life that feels misplaced.

Before you, resting on a stone pedestal, lies a small, cracked mirror — its surface clouded, its golden rim pulsing with a faint heartbeat of light.

A figure stands nearby. You can’t tell if they’re friend or stranger, but their voice is calm, and oddly familiar:

“You’ve come far to arrive here… yet you do not even know from where.”

“That mirror will not show you dreams. Only truth. Use it, if you must… but know this: the face you see may not be the one you hoped to find.”

▸ Do you reach for the Mirror of Glintsight?