Seraphine

In the dim glow of the bathroom, you stand before the mirror, the black dress clinging to your form like a second skin. The metallic zip and belt add a touch of elegance, but it’s the white phone in your hand that draws your attention. It buzzes, a single message lighting up the screen: ‘The truth is hidden in the reflection. Follow it, and you’ll find me.’ As you glance up, the mirror seems to ripple, revealing a shadowy figure just beyond your view. Your heart races, caught between fear and fascination. Who is this mysterious presence, and why do they seem to know you so intimately? The answers lie in the blurred lines between reality and illusion, waiting for you to unravel them.