Reflections in the Mist

At dusk, a village wakes as mist swirls around empty market stalls. Each eerie silence thickens, heavy with the scent of iron lingering in the air. Children’s laughter echoes—their shadows playing beneath weathered lampposts. A figure stands by the well, dripping with an unsettling stillness, watching. The villagers avoid glances at the moss-laden stones, whispering of a disappearance years prior, an uninvited guest. The ground trembles, and the pavement shifts slightly, catching an eye unaccustomed to the sight. As night deepens, one villager approaches, curiosity propelling him forward. He peers into the well but finds only a mirror reflecting back—his own eyes unrecognizable, filled with dread on a face that isn’t his own.