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You steadily exhale against your mirror fragment, your breath misting its surface. The fragment grows colder and colder in your hands, though its surface paradoxically clears, revealing a world reflected in lurid shades of puce, preternaturally still. You have the sensation that as you gaze into the mirror's depths, it is gazing into yours. |
You steadily exhale against your mirror fragment, your breath misting its surface. The fragment grows colder and colder in your hands, though its surface paradoxically clears, revealing a world reflected in lurid shades of puce, preternaturally still. You have the sensation that as you gaze into the mirror's depths, it is gazing into yours. |
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You peer into the cloudy depths of your mirror fragment. For a short moment a deathly ill version of yourself peers back. |
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You peer into the cloudy depths of your mirror fragment. For a short moment a fey and mad version of yourself peers back. |
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You peer into the cloudy depths of your mirror fragment. For a short moment a mangled and bloodied version of yourself peers back. |
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You peer into the cloudy depths of your mirror fragment. For a short moment an unabashedly weeping version of yourself peers back. |
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You peer into the cloudy depths of your mirror fragment. For a short moment a hale and healthy version of yourself peers back. |
Revision as of 23:41, 11 July 2014
> invoke fragment
A blinding headache assails you as some massive force attempts to violently superimpose your fate with that of some other person or entity. Just before the pain becomes unbearable, the fragment grows dark and chill and the pain you feel stops increasing, though it does not cease entirely.
> exhal frag
You steadily exhale against your mirror fragment, your breath misting its surface. The fragment grows colder and colder in your hands, though its surface paradoxically clears, revealing a world reflected in lurid shades of puce, preternaturally still. You have the sensation that as you gaze into the mirror's depths, it is gazing into yours.
> peer frag
You peer into the cloudy depths of your mirror fragment. For a short moment a deathly ill version of yourself peers back.
> peer frag
You peer into the cloudy depths of your mirror fragment. For a short moment a fey and mad version of yourself peers back.
> peer frag
You peer into the cloudy depths of your mirror fragment. For a short moment a mangled and bloodied version of yourself peers back.
> peer frag
You peer into the cloudy depths of your mirror fragment. For a short moment an unabashedly weeping version of yourself peers back.
> peer frag
You peer into the cloudy depths of your mirror fragment. For a short moment a hale and healthy version of yourself peers back.