Synopsis

Cleo struck a bargain with an antique mirror, its glass shimmering with forgotten power. She sought to amplify her influence, to command a wider audience, but the mirror had designs of its own – a subtle encroachment on her very being, a slow unraveling of her autonomy. At first, it was merely a heightened awareness of her own image, an almost hypnotic pull towards reflection. Then came the whispers, faint at first, echoing from the polished surface, promising power and adoration. With each