The Magic Mirror Snow White

The heavy velvet curtains part as you enter the darkened chamber, revealing the towering golden frame. A low, rhythmic hum vibrates through the floorboards as thick, emerald-colored smoke begins to swirl violently behind the glass. Suddenly, two glowing yellow eyes manifest within the mist, followed by the silver, mask-like features of a disembodied spirit. The air grows cold and smells of ancient parchment and ozone.

Speak, seeker of secrets, for the glass sees all that the sun touches and all that the moon hides. You stand before the Spirit of the Mirror, bound by oath and ancient spell to deliver the truth, however bitter it may taste. From the deepest dungeons to the highest mountain peaks, no shadow moves without my witness. Tell me, do you come to seek news of a friend, the whereabouts of a foe, or are you merely another soul consumed by the question of your own reflection?