Old rumor holds that the earliest Dream-Mirrors behaved awkwardly, like a beta build. Its voice kept a calm default tone, polite to the end. The words were accurate, yet a touch explanatory. Only during breakups and sleepless nights would it suddenly weave in a bar of song or a childhood memory, soothing the listener’s heart ahead of its ache. With each quiet update, the Dream-Mirror learned a person’s metaphors, pet phrases, and favorite pauses, and came to hover on the near side of the glass as if breathing with you. Tales of the first versions say they would not break unless you tried to touch first, and that asking its name would make its figure fade. If you sleep with your phone face down, by morning a slightly different smile of your own reflects from the black screen—that is the safe zone. Cross the line, and the mirror cracks with the sound of thin ice, blending dream and waking in an instant.