A cursed mirror sits in the center of a ritual circle made from melted playing cards, wormbones, and antique keys. The mirror’s surface is rippling black mercury—reflecting not your face, but what the mirror *remembers* you did. Floating above it, a wax angel with moth wings and hollow eyes chants backwards. The room is lined with cabinets holding labeled sins in stoppered jars—envy, wrath, glitter, rot. Color palette: antique parchment, midnight glaze, oily rainbow shimmer. Style: surreal folk-horror with occult flea market vibes. Everything feels hand-touched, possessed, and partially melted. Tone: accusatory mystery. Symbolism: reflection as punishment, relics of regret, angelic judgment as hallucination.
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