Behind the Twisted Mirror

I set my journal down next to the mirror. I looked closely at the engraving it the glass of the mirror. Beautiful calligraphy forming the phrase "Step into me to take it all." The mirror is an oval mirror about 6feet high and 4 feet wide. It has a beautiful ebony frame with branch-like carvings.

"Here we go!"

I turn around towards the dark walls and pedestals that the other artifacts stand on. I place my back to the mirror, but it doesn't feel solid, it feels cold and gel-like. What could possibly be my last memory will be of this cave-like structure. I relax my body and fall back into the mirror, free-fall style.

I'm still falling...

"OK, WHERE IS THE DAMN FLO"

Poomf*

I landed in snow. A lot of snow. Even though its dark and night out I can tell its snow. Im cold. WHERE AM I?? Ok lets pick a direction and start walking...

I stand up and spin around a few times. I stop and take a step forward.....

AAAANNNND, Now I'm falling again. This sucks. It would be nice to have wings or something... LIKE A PEGA-

CRACK*

"OW, FUCK"

Ok, now I'm on a yellow roof. Maybe I can get a view of this town from here.

I crawl around this oddly round roof to the other side and find out this isn't a house. IM ON A CASTLE. Its dark but the white and yellow stand out of the darkness, lit up by the faint light of the moon.

"Well lets figure this out in the morning!" I exclaim to myself," Carpe tempore noctis!"

I then lie down, gaze up at the stars and ever so slowly drift to sleep.