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A mirror framed in twisted ivory and stained with dried crimson stands alone in the ruins of a forgotten temple, its cracked surface reflecting not the present but fragmented moments from lost timelines. Figures flicker in and out of existence, whispering secrets that dissolve before they can be understood. The ground beneath the mirror is covered in scattered bones, arranged in symmetrical patterns that hint at a ritual interrupted centuries ago. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1