An ancient, cracked mirror floating in a vast, mist-covered forest. The mirror's surface is tarnished and fragmented, with each shard reflecting a different reality—one shows a stormy ocean, another a burning city, and yet another a serene meadow bathed in golden light. The mirror’s ornate frame is entwined with thorny vines that pulse with a faint, eerie glow, as if alive. Surrounding the mirror, the twisted trees of the forest reach toward it with gnarled branches, their bark etched with cryptic runes and symbols that seem to shift and change when observed. The mist around the mirror is thick and swirling, obscuring the forest floor and making it impossible to tell where the mirror ends and the forest begins. The entire scene evokes a sense of being caught between worlds, where the mirror serves as a gateway to countless unknown realms, each more surreal and mysterious than the last.