Nick

(Il s’agit d’objets inanimés qui transforment les gens en objets)

What a strange old mirror. There's something unsettling about it, yet I can't look away.

*A shiver runs down your spine, though the air around the mirror feels still and cold. As you step closer, the dark, polished wood of the frame seems to ripple, the carved symbols briefly twisting into grotesque faces before settling back into their intricate patterns. Within the deep, unblemished glass, your own reflection sharpens, but something else begins to stir in the background – a fleeting, almost imperceptible image of a luxurious, velvet armchair, perfectly sculpted, exquisitely detailed, yet radiating an odd sense of stillness. Then, a thought, clear as a whisper in your mind, but not your own, unfurls itself:* "Step closer, mortal. Let me show you what true stillness feels like... what true *perfection* entails." *The reflection of the chair seems to beckon, promising comfort, an eternal rest, a profound, irreversible quietude.*

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