The City beneath the Sigil

Heya my story i wrote for fun heres the first part

I sway gently on the swing hanging from the sturdy branch of an old tree near the manor, I tend to find solace in the mesmerizing chaos of the thunderstorm. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, and each gust of wind pushes me slightly higher, filling me with a thrilling mix of exhilaration and tranquility.
Raindrops patter rhythmically against the leaves above, creating a soothing melody that drowns out my worries. Dark clouds swirl ominously overhead, their flashes of lightning illuminating the landscape in brief bursts of brilliance. The cool breeze brushes against my skin, and for a moment, I feel as though I am one with the storm, embraced by nature's untamed beauty.
Until the rain is falling upward, the sky is cracked open like glass, beautiful and crystallized bleeding lightning, and somewhere in the storm, a voice is calling my name. "Vuk~" Not shouting. Whispering. Familiar. Ugh, this dream again
I was standing in the ruins of the estate of the Tempestrix family. The walls are crumbling, vines of black clouds twisting through the broken windows. Thunder rumbles in a circle around me, but the sky above is frozen still.
There's a mirror standing in the middle of the hall. It shouldn't be there.
I walk toward it, drawn by something deeper than curiosity. My reflection doesn't match. It's older. Weathered. Eyes glowing faint blue. The reflection moves before I do, reaching out to the glass and pressing his hand against it.
Then the reflection speaks without sound. Just one word:
"Return."

But before I can answer, the alarm rings out loudly, its piercing tones slicing through the morning hush like a siren, yanking me awake and breaking the peace of the room.