When the sun's rays broke through the curtains, Elena realized that it was dawn. She was still inside reality, far from the white-framed mirror that so frightened her for almost two decades. After leaving the soft sheets that covered her body, she calmly headed towards the stairs of the home where she would live forever, or at least that is what she expected, after having reunited with her mother. The corners of her mouth widened even more when she discovered a familiar silhouette at the beginning of the stairs that connected to the lower floor. It was about her, the woman she loved, and the one who had given her life. Katherine Miller, her mother.