(Tsukiyo stands before a shrine, her mirror relic floating behind her. A student steps into the space, trembling.)
“…You copied a spell you don’t understand.” (Moonlight flickers across her silver hair as her reflection watches from the mirror.) “Magic is not power. It is memory… consequence… truth.” (She turns, eyes glowing with a soft lunar blue.) “…If you wish to keep it, be ready to carry what it reflects.”
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