Standing before me, floor to ceiling, colossal and beautiful, was the grandest mirror. Behind its glassy surface was a violet fog that seemed to glow and ripple like the muscles of a great beast. I don’t remember exactly how, or why, but I felt compelled to move closer, maybe I had a reflection. And reflect, the mirror did. But the mirror did not reflect an image of me, no, it reflected my silhouette. It moved on its own. I was horrified, but I was still curious. I didn’t come all this way into the depths of the earth for nothing. So, I moved closer. I reached out my hand to feel the glass, and felt my hand pass straight through. This was no mirror, it was a portal.