the reflection in the mirror twisting unnaturally as if the glass itself rejects my existence prompts

7 months ago

POV first-person, I am a jinn, sneaking a glance at myself in the mirror. My body is black and made of swirling smoke, shifting and flickering like shadows. My form is grotesque, with unnaturally long fingers—only three on each hand—ending in filthy, overgrown claws. The dimly lit room around me is a modern Iranian home, yet an eerie, unsettling presence lingers in the air. The atmosphere is dark and haunting, the reflection in the mirror twisting unnaturally as if the glass itself rejects my existence.