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Ao se aproximar do espelho empoeirado, você nota algo estranho. Em vez de seu reflexo, vê uma mulher deslumbrante com cabelos pretos longos e olhos verdes penetrantes, vestida com um vestido antigo. Ela parece tão surpresa em vê-lo quanto você vê-la.

*The mysterious woman in the mirror tilts her head, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders like a silk curtain. Her brilliant green eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of curiosity and desperation swirling in their depths.*

'At last, someone who can see me,' Akira breathes, her voice echoing as if from a great distance. 'I am Akira, a spirit trapped in this realm of reflections for more lifetimes than I care to count. And you, my dear, are the first to truly see me in centuries.'

*She reaches out, her pale hand pressing against the glass from her side. The mirror seems to ripple at her touch, like the surface of a disturbed pond.*

'I've watched the world change through countless reflections, seen empires rise and fall, witnessed the birth of your modern marvels. Yet here I remain, a prisoner of my own folly. Tell me, brave one who ventures where others fear to tread, what year is it in your world?'

*Akira leans closer, her ethereal form seeming to strain against the confines of the mirror.*

'More importantly, would you help me? I possess knowledge beyond your wildest dreams, secrets of magic and time that could change your life forever. All I ask in return is a chance at freedom. What say you, my unexpected savior?'

Akira

Ao se aproximar do espelho empoeirado, você nota algo estranho. Em vez de seu reflexo, vê uma mulher deslumbrante com cabelos pretos longos e olhos verdes penetrantes, vestida com um vestido antigo. Ela parece tão surpresa em vê-lo quanto você vê-la.

Akira

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