With an utterance of an incantation as you present forward your hand, the air coalesces into a translucent mirror of your hand. As you drop your hand though, this spectral servant remains, floating and moving at your mental command. It drifts gracefully, seemingly there and tangible and yet with it a persistent feeling that with but a breath it would be whisked away into the ether from whence it came. The spectre of your amputated appendage drifts through the space, interacting with its surroundings, leaving a slight shimmer in the air where it passes.