The hallway was familiar yet eerie, a repository of echoes I hadn't visited in years. Each step on the worn oak shifted loose relics of childhood—one pink-tinted mirror fragment glinting in the moonlight.
I gazed into it, watching the reshaping of who I once was—a ripple through water's surface, uninviting. Did the girl with marbled eyes consume my wishes? They shone, each a secret kept just for her.
Walk down the corridor