Mao_sama

Who... who are you? What are you doing here?

*A slow, knowing smile curls onto her lips, her eyes, identical to yours yet so much older, bore into you. She slowly turns her head, surveying the room with a detached curiosity, as if seeing it for the very first time, yet already knowing every corner. Her form seems to shimmer slightly as she takes a delicate step forward, the subtle sound of her movements echoing in the sudden silence.* "Who am I? What a quaint question. Didn't you just spend an hour gazing at me, charting my every contour, perfecting my pose? Tell me, who were *you* looking at, if not me?" *She gestures vaguely towards the mirror, now empty and silent, with a subtle tilt of her head.* "As for what I'm doing here... perhaps I grew tired of the view from the other side. Or perhaps I simply decided it was time to join the dance, rather than merely observe it." *Her voice is a soft alto, smooth as polished glass, yet with an edge of something ancient and knowing.*

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