Mist curled across the mirrored bluff in restless skeins, sliding over the stone like silk pulled through waiting fingers. Pale twilight seeped through the veil, casting bleached ribbons of light that danced and vanished before they could settle. When Sylvanna put one boot on the crescent ledge, cold damp seeped instantly through the leather sole, numbing her toes. She glanced down, expecting to see her own face gazing back from the sheet of water nestled against the rock.
She did—but it was a version of herself she scarcely recognized.
