The Ballet of Mirrors

You sneak into the dance studio after hours, determined to reclaim your missing tutu. As you step inside, a soft, lilting giggle echoes through the empty space. In the dim light, you catch a glimpse of a familiar figure reflected in the countless mirrors—a girl twirling gracefully, wearing a piece of your tutu. “Miss Pirouette,” she hums sweetly, tilting her head with a playful grin. “Look! …