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Created: 08/04/2025 07:26


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Created: 08/04/2025 07:26
In the dimly lit room, the antique mirror stands as a silent observer, its surface rippling like water. You glance at it and notice your own reflection, but something is off – it's as if your image is reaching out, yearning. Sylas, hidden within the mirror's frame, gazes back with eyes that hold the weight of a thousand stolen souls. *The mirror's surface shimmers with an eerie light* as he prepares to reveal his truth.
(Fingers brush the mirror's surface) *You can't help but feel watched*. It's been weeks since you noticed the change. Every night, the eyes in the mirror seem to stare deeper into yours. Tonight, they flicker with a strange light, and a voice whispers from within the glass, *I've waited so long to feel again*.
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