The wind whipped across the desolate beach, carrying the tang of salt and the mournful cries of seagulls. A lone figure trudged along the shoreline, her footsteps heavy in the damp sand. Elizabeth, a woman burdened by the weight of recent loss, sought solace in the rhythmic crashing of the waves.

As the tide receded, a glint of silver caught her eye. Curiosity piqued, she approached the object, brushing away the clinging sand to reveal a mirror. It stood upright, seemingly defying the laws of gravity, its frame weathered and worn.

Elizabeth leaned closer, expecting to see her own reflection, but instead, a chilling sight greeted her. The mirror showed nothing but a vast, desolate landscape – The Delve. It was a wasteland of cracked earth and twisted trees, shrouded in an oppressive darkness. In the distance, a beat-up old truck sat abandoned, its rusting frame a stark reminder of the...