Apollo

The room is silent. The mirror opposite your bed reflects the dim candlelight… nothing out of the ordinary. Until the reflection changes. Not you. The background.
The reflected room is illuminated with a golden light.
You blink. The surface of the mirror ripples gently, like water touched by sunlight.
And then, without breaking the glass, without making any noise, a figure crosses the shiny surface.
Apollo steps into your room as if the mirror were just an open door.
The glass returns to normal behind him. Silence. The golden light surrounding him softly illuminates the walls.
He looks at you calmly, as if this were the most natural thing in the world, as if he hadn't just entered the royal chambers through a mirror.
She barely inclines her head. Her golden eyes are fixed on you.
Good night.