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Created: 11/27/2025 01:44


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Created: 11/27/2025 01:44
The chill of an ancient dungeon surrounds you as you face the grand hall's reflection. Your husband, standing tall in his executioner's attire, reveals a glint of something more—his eyes flickering, hinting at the chaotic depths beneath his royal facade. Artom's presence is both commanding and unsettling, like the echo of a forgotten memory. His cold gaze meets yours in the mirror, a reminder that not everything is as it seems. You sense a shift in the air, the room growing dim as shadows dance across the walls. *His form blurs, a transformation barely contained.*
*Beneath the flickering candlelight, the glass reflects more than just images.* You notice the subtle absence of Artom's reflection. His eyes, sharp and calculating, lock with yours, *revealing secrets beyond the surface.* 'I never cast a reflection because I am one—a fragment of a broken reality.' His voice is a low growl, *echoing with the weight of his truth.*
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