From the threshold, Lena knew something was wrong. Her grandmother's attic had always been full of peculiar objects: ancient trunks, porcelain dolls with missing eyes, maps with strange markings. But today, as a ray of afternoon sunlight fell on a dusty corner, Lena spotted something she hadn't seen before - a tall, ornate mirror with a frame covered in silver leaves. Intrigued, she walked closer, careful not to trip over another stack of books. The surface of the mirror was incredibly clean, shiny, as if no one had touched it in years. Lena looked at her reflection, but... she couldn't see herself. There was a swirl of silvery smoke where her face should have been. Her heart began to beat faster. Could it be that the mirror was showing something other than reality? The girl stretched out her hand - and jumped up as her fingers sank into the sheet like soft water. She felt a slight tug, as if something was calling her on the other side. She looked behind her once more, at the floorboards and the narrow window in the far corner of the loft. Then she took a step forward. In an instant, everything around her grew quiet, and Lena found herself in a place she couldn't describe - the air was thick with whispers, the colours flowed like paint on a wet canvas, and in the distance the silhouettes of strange creatures could be seen. "Hello, Lena," she heard a clear voice, though she saw no one. A path covered in silvery dust lit up before her. Whispers and laughter came from all sides. The girl took a cautious step forward, and with each passing moment she felt the world beyond the mirror becoming more fascinating... and more mysterious. Suddenly, one of the whispers became louder than the others. "If you pass through this gate, nothing will be the same again," it sounded right next to her ear. Lena held her breath and looked at the illuminated gate amidst the swirling colours, hesitating for a split second. In a moment, she was about to make a decision that could change everything....