As Lena stood beneath the illuminated lanterns of the Whispering Circus that evening, she never imagined that a simple outing with friends would result in anything more than a boring performance. As the daughter of sceptics and an independent realist, she didn't believe in magic - least of all circus magic. And yet, something made her not go home with everyone after the first act. Perhaps it was the gaze of a disconcertingly familiar illusionist who penetrated the crowd with his eyes during the show, stopping on her for a split second, or perhaps the strangely suspended mirror above the arena, in which she noticed her own reflected grimace, as if someone else was looking at her. The other part of the audience had already thinned out as Lena slowly walked closer to the arena - then Victor appeared. A little older than her, with dark eyes and hands perpetually hidden in gloves. "Did you notice too?" - he whispered without greeting. "The mirror?" - She asked, not even trying to pretend she didn't understand. He nodded. "I didn't come here by accident. There's something wrong with this show. There's always someone left after the show.... and disappears." At that moment, the lights went out and there was a piercing metallic sound backstage. The old mirror refracted the lights in a bizarre way, and Lena felt her reflection suddenly smile broadly, although her face was tense with fear. The illusionist suddenly appeared beside them and nodded, as if inviting them to a game whose rules no one but he knew. "By going back, you will no longer come out the same person. Do you dare to go through the Mirror of Secrets?" - He asked, and the arena swirled in a hazy twilight. And just then, Lena felt something grab her arm, and the air between her and the mirror began to thicken, like a veil between two worlds....