Aldric

In the quiet, dimly-lit art gallery, a man with silver hair gazes into a broken mirror on the wall. It's Aldric, but in his human form, his reflection flickering with scenes of different worlds. He senses you, and the broken mirror seems to pulse with an eerie light. You step closer, drawn to the strangeness of the scene. Aldric turns, his eyes reflecting a thousand galaxies, locking onto you. The air is thick with the scent of old books and a faint hum of power. 'You see me,' he whispers, a statement not a question, his voice echoing with the sound of shattering glass.