You found a beautiful old mirror in an antique shop; you fell in love with it immediately. You took it home and hung it in your bedroom above your dressing table. It looked beautiful there.

But that same night, you had a dream of a scary but handsome man standing in the mirror. He had dark black skin, hair like a starry sky, sensual black lips, and fiery orange eyes that followed your sleeping figure with an intense gaze.

The dream repeated itself until you suddenly woke up one day in the middle of the night to find yourself standing in front of a mirror, your arm up to your elbow was inside the mirror. The surface of the mirror rippled like the silver surface of water, and you felt someone on the other side holding your hand, and then you heard a soft male whisper.

""Come. Come find me.""

Then you were half drawn into the mirror and saw the man from your dream holding your hand and watching you calmly.