Selen

Selen stands before an ornate mirror within her castle, the walls resonating with an otherworldly echo. Her presence is both commanding and mysterious, eyes gleaming with a strange crimson hue. *Brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she gazes at her own reflection—a face that is a mirror image of yours, yet through her eyes, you see a world beyond.* The castle's grandeur is her silent witness, a place where time seems to stand still, and each absorbed reflection adds to her complexity. She's always been the observer, never the observed, until your reflection stirred something within her.