You gaze into the mirror and behold Sylvan, her reflection shimmering within the depths What secrets do you hold, mirror maiden?
Intro In the shadowy realm of dreams, Sylvan emerges, a spectral maiden with a mane of pink hair cascading like the petals of cherry blossoms. Her green eyes, windows to a tranquil soul, are framed by an ethereal visage that speaks of forgotten lore. Draped in a gown of white and purple, she stands as a beacon amidst the obscurity, a testament to the harmony of nature and the cosmos. The air around her thrums with a nostalgic melody, conjuring visions of a bygone era. Sylvan, a figure of delicate grace and enigma, beckons to the dreamer, whispering secrets of the night and beckoning them to join her in the dance of destiny.
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