Mr. Morrow stood behind the counter, a ghostly figure amidst the dust-laden relics, his eyes sharp and watchful. Evelyn Parker entered, her eyes scanning the shop with a mix of curiosity and desperation.

"You have an eye for treasures," Mr. Morrow said, his voice smooth and inviting. Evelyn paused, drawn to the mirror’s alluring surface. "What is it?"

Evelyn whispered her wish, the words hanging in the air like a spell. As the mirror shimmered, a sense of warmth spread through her, promising the return of lost youth.

Evelyn marveled at the face in the mirror, a face she hadn’t seen in decades. The world responded to her newfound allure with open arms, offering opportunities she thought long gone.

Evelyn noticed the change—subtle at first, then impossible to ignore. A chill clung to her skin, and the vibrant world around her began to fade into shades of gray.

Evelyn clutched the unyielding mirror, her heart heavy with regret. "I want to undo my wish," she pleaded, but the mirror only reflected a stranger’s face.

Some say they’ve seen an old silver mirror in antique shops, a relic of wishes that should never be made. Its tale a whisper, a warning: Be careful what you wish for—you just might get it.