Video - Midnight's Mirror: Elara's Descent

The old clock tower loomed over Ravenwood, its gears grinding a relentless dirge. Elara stood frozen, staring at the clockwork face that shouldn’t exist—her own reflection staring back, eyes hollow, mouth twisted in a silent scream. The air thickened, pressing against her lungs like a vice. Shadows coiled around her feet, whispering her darkest fears. She tried to run, but the chimes echoed, each toll peeling reality away. Her reflection stepped out, a perfect copy, save for the malevolent grin. As the clock struck midnight, Elara was pulled into the glass, her scream swallowed by the ticking void.