The attic was dimly lit, dust motes dancing in the few rays of sunlight peeking through the cracks. You stood amidst forgotten memories—cardboard boxes stacked high, moth-eaten clothes, and trinkets begging for attention. The air smelled of age and nostalgia. Your heart raced as you recalled the last time you saw your grandmother. The warmth of her smile and the twinkle in her eyes lingered in your mind. There it was, draped in a faded cloth: the old mirror she gifted you. It seemed to hum with secrets, the edges adorned with intricate carvings of vines and mystical creatures. You hesitated for a moment, a swirl of emotions overwhelming you. But curiosity sparked inside; you felt an unexplainable pull. As you unveiled the mirror, an unexpected shimmer caught your gaze. Suddenly, instead of your reflection, a stunning forest unfurled behind the glass. Emerald canopies, vibrant flowers, and distant whispers beckoned. This wasn’t just a reflection; it was an invitation. What lay beyond? Only one way to find out.