I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I don’t think anybody had ever seen what I saw. The mirror shivered like a window of melted metal, showing a night sky on the other side. I stepped cautiously towards the mirror. It was a full length mirror which spanned from the ground to just over my head. I slowly raised my hand to the usually solid mirror, and was suddenly in a totally new world. I floated above an ocean, over which a magnificent twilight setting what occurring. I turned around, taking in the scene. Behind me were two rows of two giant monolithic stones which protruded the water below the invisible floor. The stones had wonderful shining magic marks all carved into the surface. I went to the first, and put a finger upon it. Images of a wondrous jungle filled my mind. I drew my hand back as fast as a snake, staring where my fingers had come into contact the stone. A glistening blue fingerprint was disappearing. I slowly put my entire hand on this time, and again, entered a totally new world. The jungles ground was full of ants and ferns. The ants carried some other struggling insects into their nest. Suddenly, when I stopped watching the nest, I realized just how full of life the jungle was. A snake crawled, hissing, across the top of the portal stone, a lyrebird ran through the ferns and a lion called in the distance. I could have spent a lifetime talking about that jungle, but I knew it was time to leave. Gently I took a bright yellow off of a tree, and pressed it gently into my notebook. When I was casted outside of the portal, I found myself surrounded by the stones. They had now arranged themselves into a circle around the mirror. As I looked back through the mirror, a wind blew through the flat’s open curtains, bringing the Spanish wind swirling around my flat. As I drew away from the mirror, I turned slowly to the stones. The stones seemed to have drawer closer to the mirror, as if trying to see a vision of another world. I trod cautiously to the stone I was pretty sure I had not gone through yet and stared at it until I was satisfied it wasn’t about to move. When I placed my hand about the stone, nothing happened at first. Then I heard a low buzzing, from the runes on the stone. Then suddenly I felt like I was being pulled in hundreds of different directions at once. I cried out and opened my eyes. The pain stopped, just as a corridor appeared in my vision. The walls, floor, and roof were covered in a woven carpet and tapestries, and my eyes were drawn to the wall that I faced when I had came through the portal, cryptic runes surrounding a  four woven grey stones. Somehow, a few runes were shifting across the tapestry, circling the stones. As I drew closer to investigate, a whistling rose to my ears. I turned to the source and caught site of a true horror heading towards me. A black darkness was eating through the corridor at an alarming rate. I looked around searching for the stone, which would take me away from this place, which would save me from this darkness. Looking back to the tapestry, I saw the stone in a different light.  The runes were closing around the stones, which was definitely a sign for me to be leaving. As I stretched out my hand for the woven cloth, the darkness started sucking at my shoes. The leather cracked and melted, when suddenly I felt the pulling sensation. As soon as I came out of the stone, I set into a sprint. The stones had moved away from the mirror, but I covered the distance easily. When I bent, panting, a foot away from the mirror, I realized with horror that the darkness was pouring out of the runes on the stone. The water was turning dark, and three of the stones began to sink. I felt towards the mirror with my hands, unable to tear my eyes away from the image which would be burned into my mind, and would scar me for the rest of my life. My hand finally met the metal surface of the mirror, and I twirled back into my world. With a hissing sound, the darkness started dripped through the mirror, and burning holes through the floorboards. I groped for the lamp on my table, and when I caught a hold of it, I drew it back like a sword, to smash the mirror and its contents into oblivion. For a second I stopped to admire the diminishing new worlds beauty I was about to smash, but I could not let my world be burnt through by the darkness. I lashed out at the mirror with the lamp. I hit it twice, and the mirror frame began to bulge. The glass cracked under the pressure, and before the pane fell out, I admired the foreign beauty of this world. A flower fluttered out of the air into the remains of my mirror, settleing upon a fragment of the mirror, which for a millisecond, reflected a beautiful sun shining off of an ocean.