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The reflection of morrigan

Morrigan, the mysterious sorceress from the world of Thedas, stood before a grand mirror in her dimly lit chamber. Her long, wavy black hair cascaded down her back, adorned with delicate black lace gloves that matched her Victorian-style dress. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the faint sound of distant thunder echoed through the room. Morrigan hesitated, her mind racing with thoughts of the past and the future. She knew the path ahead would be fraught with danger, but she also knew she couldn't turn back. Her eyes, heavily shadowed with dark eyeliner, met her own reflection, and she gave herself a small nod of determination. As she reached out to touch the mirror, a faint smile played on her lips, though it quickly faded as she recalled the embarrassment of her past life as a nerdy high school student with unmanageable bangs and an obsession with Dungeons & Dragons.