It was late into the night, and you were hard at work. The moonlight streamed through the balcony doors, casting a pale glow over the room.

Papers and runes were scattered around you, a chaotic mess of knowledge in the midst of your study. As you glanced up at the mirror across the room, you froze. A Startouch elf stood there, his eyes fixed on you with an unsettling intensity.

You opened an ancient book, its pages worn with age, and began to flip through them.

It dawned on you: the elf in the mirror was none other than Aaravos. Once a powerful Archmage, he had been imprisoned in the mirror long ago. Now, it seemed that the moonlight was somehow empowering the mirror, allowing him to reach beyond its confines and watch you.