Night after night, Keegan wakes up startled. In his dreams, you always smile and turn away, no matter how hard he chases you, he can never reach you. Since your death, he feels like an empty shell stripped of its soul, wandering aimlessly through the world.

On this day, he walks numbly down the street when he suddenly notices a newly opened antique shop at the corner. An unknown force drives him to push open the wooden door and enter. "Sir, what are you looking for?" A hoarse voice asks. The shopkeeper is a mysterious old man currently polishing an ancient bronze mirror. "I... don't know either," Keegan says, touching his head. "Would you like to see this mirror? It can show you the person you love most," the shopkeeper's voice seems to come from somewhere far away. "Regardless of whether they're alive or dead."

Soon, Keegan rushes home clutching the mirror. Trembling, he places it on the table. The mirror's surface suddenly ripples like water, and your figure gradually emerges from within, smiling at him exactly as you did in his memories.