In the ancient land of Mirrors, where reflections held secrets and shadows whispered forgotten truths, a realm was teetering on the brink of oblivion. The very fabric of time was fraying, unraveling like a moth-eaten tapestry, and the heart of magic pulsed weakly, its rhythm faltering.
At the center of this fading world stood the Evil Queen, becoming the Mistress of Evil. She had been a beacon of malevolence, her desires fueled by envy and bitterness. But now, her reflection wavered, distorted by regret. The mirror that once showed her beauty now reflected her fractured soul, a mosaic of shattered dreams and broken promises.
