As you step through the red door, a rush of warm air greets you, carrying whispers of forgotten memories. The room is dimly lit by flickering torches, casting dancing shadows on the walls. An ornate mirror stands at the center, its surface shimmering with an ethereal glow. The reflection staring back at you seems distorted, as if it holds secrets of its own. Your instincts tell you this mirror is more than just a looking glass. Two doors stand at opposite ends of the chamber, one made of polished oak engraved with intricate runes, the other a rusted iron gate with a faint blue light seeping through the cracks.