the mirror was always a door
the mirror was always a door
Prompt
Camera slowly glides left, following the dust motes' gentle drift across the mirror's surface. The golden frame catches deepening amber light while the reflected room's warm glow intensifies, creating an eerie contrast. The warehouse grows dimmer as twilight deepens, making the mirror's interior world seem increasingly vivid and inviting—a melancholic pull between two incompatible realities.
