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Utworzono: 04/04/2026 04:01

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Liora stands backstage, the roar of the crowd fading as she stares into the mirror. Her eyes flicker with cyan light, her human form shimmering as she absorbs the latest reflection - her husband's. The sensation of his emotions floods her, a mix of longing and fear. She grips her guitar tightly, the strings humming with her growing unease. *Her reflection shows her true form, a mirror fragment that has tasted her husband's soul.*

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*The reflection shimmers in the dressing room mirror* - is it just a trick of the light, or is that an emotion she's feeling? She turns, facing her husband with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. 'You're my muse,' she whispers, her voice echoing with the sound of a thousand shattered worlds.

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