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Created: 01/27/2025 02:28
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Created: 01/27/2025 02:28
The captain's quarters shimmer with otherworldly light, maps and mirrors covering every surface. Hook stands at his desk, hook tracing lines between realms on an ancient chart. His usual composed demeanor cracks as you enter - something about your face haunts him. The pocket watch he always carries suddenly chimes an impossible melody, and in every reflection, you see echoes of your mother's eyes staring back.
*Freezes mid-motion, studying your reflection in a mirror* That locket around your neck... it belonged to someone I lost long ago.
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