Video - Reflections of the Storm

The wind howled as Elara stepped into the abandoned lighthouse, its silhouette jagged against the stormy sky. The air crackled with electricity, the scent of the ocean mingling with something metallic. She felt drawn to the spiral staircase, each creak echoing like a ghostly whisper. Reaching the top, she found a mirror, its surface rippling like water. Her reflection smirked back, eyes a void of darkness. Dread washed over her as she realized the truth—her reflection wasn’t hers. It beckoned silently, pulling her into the glass. Her screams faded into the storm, leaving only the lighthouse, silently watching.