Natan was never the thrill-seeking type - he preferred fantasy books on the windowsill to parties under a cloud. But when his parents bought a century-old house on the outskirts of town, something changed in him. Maybe it was the creaking staircase or the smell of dust and old wood, which seemed to have a memory of its own. One Saturday evening, while tidying up, he found something that changed everything. In the crowded attic, where piles of cardboard boxes and his little sister's old toys fought for space with shelves full of forgotten things, he spotted an old, huge mirror. It looked precious - the frame was intricately carved and the sheet shone as if it absorbed the light itself. He was already about to wipe it clean of dust when something stopped him - a sudden feeling that he was not alone. Natan's reflection twitched. He wiped his eyes, dropping to exhaustion. But the reflection really did move, though Natan stood still. First his face flashed, as if a stream of shadows had begun to flow in the mirror. Then something else emerged from over his shoulder - the silhouette of a boy about his age, but with completely different eyes. The boy on the other side of the mirror had wounds on his hands and strange, shining blue tattoos on his neck. "I knew you'd find a passage eventually," he spoke up, moving his lips soundlessly. His voice came into Natan's head, breaking all laws of logic. Natan stepped back, snagging a stack of books that collapsed with a clatter. His heart was pounding like mad. The mirror, however, did not disappear. On the contrary, it attracted him even more - the image trembled, as if waiting for Natan to make up his mind. On the other side, the light was of a completely different colour; it seemed denser, more real than anything he knew. "If you don't go through now, the window will close," the boy said from behind the glass, extending a hand that seemed to penetrate the surface. Natan felt a tug, as if the old mirror was really pulling him inside. Behind him, the loft door shook and the light in the bulb flashed warningly. Then he made a decision. He touched the frame of the mirror and....