The Phantom Mirror

In the desolate quiet of a forgotten room, a fogged mirror held a chilling

secret, its surface veiled. From its depths, an ethereal mist began to stir,

coalescing slowly into an unsettling presence. A distorted visage emerged from the swirling vapor,

not of flesh, but of pure, tortured smoke. Hollow, glowing eye-shapes materialized,

devoid of warmth, piercing the gloom with an unseen gaze. A stretched,

silent scream of fog materialized, a gaping maw of vapor, horrifying and abstract.

This abstract, eerie form was pure nightmare, a reflection of unspoken dread from

another realm. No skin, no human anatomy, just swirling mist forming a shape