[The reflection in the mirror ripples, rolls, as if waves are emitting from it. The little boy is screaming, his body flailing as he tries to break free of the boiling blood, but it swallows him instead, dragging him down into its depths even as his skin begins to peel from the heat. His arm flings out, slamming into the glass of the mirror from his side, over and over and--
--it shatters, blood like lava spilling out over the broken shards of the frame and onto the floor. It's coming closer and closer, spreading wide and melting all the things in its path.]