For a second, black smoke wafted up from the candles... Only for it to be pulled by an unperceived but focused wind and be drawn across the orb. When the smoke reached its destination and caressed the orb, it somehow became more ominous, with its mere presence becoming darker. She shivered at the sudden drop in temperature and released the rest of her magic. At that moment, where once there was a reflection of a dark, empty room with only a sitting bug-like pony, it changed.