You notice a statue of a centaur rearing up on his hind legs. As you
approach it you notice that it is not really a statue but a real
centaur that has been frozen in time. His face is in a rictus of fear
and one hand is gripping a small budding staff of dark wood. You
notice his other hand is pointing to a mirror on one of the walls of
the bedroom. You approach the mirror and realize that your reflection
is missing. There is a circle of sand around the freestanding mirror
and as you step over the line of sand you are pulled into the
mirror.