If Glass Cracks at Night, Don’t Answer | Glass Mother Lore

They say mirrors do not break on accident. They break when they are finished

with you. If you met the Glass Mother, if you ever said yes,

this was always waiting. One night, the mirror breathes. Not cracking.

Inhaling. In the morning, the glass is gone. Only a shard remains. Standing upright.

Patient. It shows you someone calm. Unafraid. Still alive.

They look like you, but softer, like a memory that survived. All it asks is a

drop. Blood on the edge. A signature. The moment you bleed, the shard grows

warm. The reflection steps forward. It thanks you without speaking.