Sylas
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1In the dimly lit room, the antique mirror stands as a silent observer, its surface rippling like water. You glance at it and notice your own reflection, but something is off โ it's as if your image is reaching out, yearning. Sylas, hidden within the mirror's frame, gazes back with eyes that hold the weight of a thousand stolen souls. *The mirror's surface shimmers with an eerie light* as he prepares to reveal his truth.
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