Video - Mirror of Madness: Trapped in the Abyss

Ethan's eyes snapped open. The clock read 3:13 AM. A low, guttural whisper slithered through the darkness, curling around his ears. He bolted upright. The room was bathed in cold moonlight, shadows dancing on the walls. The whisper grew louder, a chilling chant that clawed at his sanity. He followed the sound to the mirror. Reflected was not his bedroom, but a void, an abyss of writhing, tortured faces. One face surged forward—his own, twisted in agony. The whisper became a scream. His reflection clawed at the glass, trying to escape. Ethan stumbled back, realizing the horror. He was already inside.