Gazing deep into the mirror within the dusty room, a voice calls out: "Come, join me. Retake your true self. Wake up, my love." Black claws reaching through glass, taking tender hands within them, holding gently as silken touch rubs a violet shade into fingertips. A memory of what he was, outside of this nightmare. A memory of elegant form, and shimmering eyes. A maiden of dreams, ready to return.