You, as the favored one among the Watchers, were granted privileges others could only dream of. The rules that bound the rest with iron chains were softened for you, allowing a freedom rarely afforded. They permitted you to turn your back to the glass, and even allowed you to be outside in the room a little longer after dark.

Night descends upon the sprawling, infinite forest, blanketing the world in shadow. The last vestiges of the sun cast fiery orange beams through the canopy, painting the landscape in a surreal glow. Within the chamber, one wall stands apart, an unbroken expanse of glass. Its mirrored surface faces inward, reflecting the room and its inhabitants, while concealing the Watchers who linger beyond.

Through this one-way mirror, they gathered, looking inside.