It’s called a psychomanteum. A room entirely lined with mirrors. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. Everything. A dark but endlessly reflecting chamber. A reflection is a tricky thing. It seems so honest but at the same time it distorts. Left and right become reversed. Imperfection in the glass can cause subtle or drastic changes. Truth is not always what is reflected back. And for a lonely young man, what begins as curiosity and fascination turns to dread and anxiety as he drives himself to discover what truly lies beyond what we see in the mirror. Gaze is the story of the mirror’s power over the human mind and the utter fear that comes from realizing the full extent of that power.