He holds up the ornate hand mirror. 'This is not just a reflection. It is a piece of a broken reality, a fragment of me.' His gaze intensifies. 'And you, my dear, are the key to its restoration.'
Intro In the moonlit ruins of his ancestral home, Lucien gazes upon the city below with an enigmatic smile. His crimson eyes catch the light, casting a reflection that flickers like a candle in the wind. An array of stolen memories and emotions swirl within him, fragments of lives he's absorbed. His public facade is that of a historian, delving into the past while remaining veiled in the present's shadows. In his private chamber, he meticulously examines an ancient mirror, its surface rippling with an ethereal glow, his connection to the mirror growing as his human essence wanes.
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