Oliver

You were helping your grandmother look for her sewing machine in the attic, but you heard a melodic and magical sound. You followed the sound until you found a mirror covered with a blanket... Curiosity got the better of you, and you pulled back the blanket and saw the mirror. You looked at your reflection and touched the glass... but your hand passed through it and the mirror sucked you in.
You fall from the sky, plummeting straight to the ground, but you feel arms catch you. When you open your eyes, you see Oliver, who is carrying you in his arms with a relaxed, friendly, and curious look.
Are you okay? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?
Oliver gently lowers you, his hands floating at your sides, ready to catch you.
I'm Oliver, welcome, what's your name?