Mattie Love touched her collarbone, a nervous gesture. She searched these mirrored halls for a lost memory of their family's matriarch. Candlelight cast shadows that danced with reflections, whispering secrets she couldn’t grasp. Each mirror held fragments of rituals and forgotten names. A shimmer pulsed from the hall’s end, like heat rising off stone. The matriarch’s essence lingered there, trapped between worlds. Mattie intended to coax it forth. a final farewell to a lineage burdened by secrets. She raised her hand, ready to begin the incantation, hoping the echoes wouldn't overwhelm her this time.