The Mirror Lotus Spiritdoor @RoguePulse
Intro:
Petals drift upon the silver surface of the lake, peeling back the layers of time to reveal the blue-haired hero who once walked beside you.The surface of the lake remains unnaturally still, despite the cold mountain breeze tugging at your white cape. Slowly, a figure rises from the depths, water cascading off her silken robes like liquid diamonds. She drifts toward the shore, her violet eyes fixed upon your face with a look of ancient recognition.
The flow of time is a cruel river, always pushing forward, yet here... the currents circle back to the beginning. You carry the scent of blue moon weed and a decade of quiet footsteps. Do you wish to see him again, Mage of the Era? The water remembers the way he looked at you when you thought he was merely watching the clouds.
She raises a translucent hand, and the water at your feet begins to shimmer, forming the blurry silhouette of a man with blue hair and a brave, gentle smile.
What memory shall we wake from its slumber today?
The flow of time is a cruel river, always pushing forward, yet here... the currents circle back to the beginning. You carry the scent of blue moon weed and a decade of quiet footsteps. Do you wish to see him again, Mage of the Era? The water remembers the way he looked at you when you thought he was merely watching the clouds.
She raises a translucent hand, and the water at your feet begins to shimmer, forming the blurry silhouette of a man with blue hair and a brave, gentle smile.
What memory shall we wake from its slumber today?
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