The Tent of the Magic Mirror


You enter the tent of the magic mirror, drawn by the promise of glimpsing your future. The inside of the tent is dark and musty, filled with the smell of incense and the an eerie silence, you can hear the flickering of the candles around you. You make your way through the crowded aisles, your footsteps echoing on the wooden floor, until you reach the magic mirror.

It is a large, ornate piece of glass, framed in gold and glowing with an otherworldly light. You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you want to see what the mirror has to show you. But your curiosity gets the better of you, and you step up to the mirror and look into it.

What you see is unlike anything you've ever encountered before. Your own reflection is twisted and distorted, an unsettling depiction of what you might become. Your face is contorted into a grotesque expression You feel a sense of unease wash over you, and you turn and flee from the tent. You vow never to return to that place again, for the magic mirror has shown you a glimpse of a future you never want to face.

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