At the end of a forgotten street, in a neighborhood where time seemed to have stopped, there was an antique shop. Its worn facade and dust-covered windows concealed the secrets it held within. When Elena, a young woman searching for something unique to decorate her new apartment, entered, a shiver ran down her spine. The air was heavy, as if every object was imbued with an untold story.
As she explored, her eyes landed on an antique mirror, with a carved wooden frame that seemed to vibrate with a strange energy. Drawn by its beauty, she approached, feeling an inexplicable pull inviting her to look into it. As she did, she noticed her reflection seemed to distort. Her face became paler and her eyes darker, as if the mirror were absorbing her essence.
Its a wish mirror, explained the elderly woman behind the counter, her voice seeming to emerge from the depths of the shop. Anyone who deeply desires something can see it reflected here. But be careful, wishes dont always come true as one expects.
Elena felt a mix of curiosity and fear. Her life had been a series of disappointments: broken dreams, failed relationships, and a deep sense of loneliness. Could it be possible that the mirror could offer her something more than just a simple reflection?
That night, as the wind howled outside, Elena sat in front of the mirror. With her heart pounding, she quietly voiced her wish. She wanted a life filled with love and happiness, longing to connect with someone who understood her. Instantly, she felt a chill run through her body, and the mirror began to glow intensely. When she blinked, she saw a figure in her reflection: a charming man, smiling warmly. He was exactly the kind of person she had always wanted in her life.
The following days unfolded magically. The man from the mirror, whom she named David, began to appear in her life. She felt alive, as if everything she had ever wished for was finally within reach. However, as the days passed, something in the relationship began to change. David became more possessive and controlling. His once sweet words began to take on a threatening tone, as if Elenas desire had transformed him into a shadow of what he once was.
One night, horrified, she realized she could not separate from him. Every time she tried to pull away, the mirror called to her, and her reflections grew increasingly sinister. It was then that she understood the elderly womans warning. Her wish had taken a monstrous form, and she had trapped David, but she had also chained herself to her own desire, an endless cycle of longing and despair.
Desperate, she decided to confront the mirror one last time. Set me free! she screamed, feeling her voice echo in the darkness. The mirror began to tremble, and Davids figure faded, leaving only his twisted smile. In a final attempt to escape, Elena shattered the mirror with a blow of her hand, but instead of freeing herself, she was absorbed by the darkness behind the glass.
The antique shop stood silent. The elderly woman, watching the emptiness where the mirror used to be, smiled sadly. Wishes are complicated, she murmured, sometimes, what we desire most becomes what we fear most. In the reflection of her gaze, the image of a lost young woman faded away, and the cycle began anew.