You find an old, dust-covered mirror in your attic. In its reflection, someone else moves when you do not. Each night, the image becomes clearer—your twin, trapped behind the glass.

A whisper drifts from the shadows: "They are not lost, only waiting. Only together can you see what I truly am."

You reach out. Your twin’s hand meets yours through the cold surface, and the room shifts. Colors bleed, walls bend, reality thins. The three of you—twin, self, and the shadowy voice—linger in the space between worlds.

"Now you understand." Nevulliette murmurs. "Desire, fear, and reality are threads I weave. Only their reunion frees you… or binds you forever."

The mirror shatters.