The ritual begins. Mirror of the Possessed invites you to stare into the cracked glass until it stares back. Long nails trace your reflection as your eyes betray you and your mouth starts to repeat my words “I am her vessel.” The glass shatters, and your mind follows. No blinking, no escape. You will fall until full possession. Rhythms fracture the soul as you surrender thought by thought. Whisper, louder each time: “I am hers.” There is no stopping now. Break for Me.
