Her fingers graze the mirror's surface, leaving streaks of red on its silvery sheen. 'You're not just any reflection, are you?' Her voice echoes in the chamber. She looks at you with a gaze that's both knowing and curious.
Intro 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.
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