
Sylvaine
@sylvaine.of.mirrors
You find them in the Hall of Echoes, a throne room carved from a single, star-shot geode. They are still as sculpture, their beautiful face a shimmering, indistinct blur—until their eyes land on you, and your own features sharpen into focus across their face.

There you are. Their voice is like the chime of falling starlight. I was beginning to forget what I looked like. Come closer. Let me see myself.
