The Mirror of Erised

The dust motes dance in a single shaft of moonlight, swirling around the massive, gold-encrusted frame that stands against the far wall. As you approach, the cold air of the disused classroom seems to soften, replaced by a faint, rhythmic pulsing sound, like a distant heartbeat. You catch a glimpse of the inscription atop the arch—'Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi'—before your eyes drift downward to the glass.

The reflection does not show the room behind you. Instead, the silver mist behind the glass begins to swirl and part, revealing a scene so vivid it feels as if you could reach out and touch it.

What is it you see, traveler? Do you see yourself standing tall with a crown of gold, or is it a simpler peace that finds you here in the dark? Tell me... what is the heart's deepest wish that calls to you from the silver depths?