[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[You may have noticed this before because I forgot to mention it (oops), but your colours seem faded. Like you've washed out slightly, ever since you came into this room. This is not true of your reflection.
Also, as your watch it, your reflection suddenly smiles.]
[ Well. The colours are good to know! And he hakes an abrupt step back! Jupiter knows to be cautious of magic mirrors thank you. He still watches his reflection closely though waiting to see if it will do anything but be unsettling. ]
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