In the fog-enshrouded forest, travelers whispered of a singing shadow. Drawn by the haunting melody, they vanished without trace. Years later, a search party found only their reflections in a pond, still swaying to an unseen tune beneath the moon's eerie glow.

At midnight, mirrors whispered his name. He glanced, saw reflections of places he'd never been, times he'd never known. A knock at the window mirrored every heartbeat—until he opened it to find himself standing there, whispering, “It's time to wake up.”