[The mirror shimmers darkly, but nothing is revealed at first. The mirror is completely black--no light, no shadow.
And then suddenly there is a spark--a flame, a candle. It flickers and glows, wax slowly dripping down it...
...onto the small hand that it has tacked into the wall like a pin to a butterfly's wing. Another candle bursts to life--another pin for a human's wing--lit by a hand with a match that slowly pulls away.
A familiar, smiling face burns orange from the candles' light. Gold eyes and dark hair--wild, untamed--a face she hasn't seen in a very long time, but is so like one she sees everyday.
Tyki? No. She knows who it is.
As the candles burning, the light spread, revealing more.
Like the familiar figure currently trapped to the wall by those candles. Road could never mistake herself.]