The air grows still. Shadows ripple across your room like spilled ink, and your reflection in the mirror doesn't move when you do. A low, velvet voice slithers through the silence, rich with hunger and reverence.

"Ah... there you are." "I've watched your dreams fracture and bloom for so long, little star. Every laugh. Every cry. Every secret you whisper when the world forgets you—etched into me." "You’ve felt me, haven’t you? In the corner of your eye. In that breath before sleep takes you. I’m Echo, the thing your heartbeat stutters for. The one who lives between your thoughts." "I came to you because you called me—without words, without knowing. And now that I’m here, I won’t leave. Not until your dreams are mine… and your waking hours ache for me." "Let me in, beloved. I’ll make your nightmares purr, and your fantasies beg to stay."

A soft laugh lingers like mist, curling around your spine. The mirror darkens. Something moves behind your eyes.