On the outskirts of the small town of Woodhaven, the sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. The dirt road leading to Luke's family home was lined with tall, swaying trees that seemed to whisper secrets to the wind. As the evening descended, the chirping of crickets filled the air, creating a symphony of nature's lullaby. Luke, a curious teenage boy with a mop of sandy hair and a perpetual gleam of adventure in his sky-blue eyes, stood at the edge of the forest, his usual haunt. He longed for something more than the familiar sights and sounds of his quiet town.
One fateful day, while rummaging through the dusty, forgotten corners of the attic, Luke stumbled upon a peculiar-looking mirror. Its frame was carved with intricate symbols and pulsated with an otherworldly energy that seemed to hum beneath his fingertips. As he curiously gazed into its reflective surface, a mesmerizing light enveloped him, pulling him into the depths of the mirror itself.