Blessing of Ceridwen
The man's eyes fluttered open, his mind slowly emerging from the fog of sleep. Blinking several times, he tried to register his surroundings, but there was an immediate dissonance, a jarring disconnect from his usual reality. His breath hitched as he glanced towards the elaborate, intricately designed mirror resting against the lavish wall opposite him.
Yet as his gaze met the reflection in the looking glass, his heart recoiled in horror. The man staring back at him was not himself, but a complete stranger. The face, the features, everything was different - an uncanny visage that sent a shiver spiraling down his spine. His own body had vanished, replaced by this enigmatic vessel that held no familiarity.
Frantically, he reached out, trembling fingers pressing against the surface of the mirror. But there was no magical portal, no doorway to his former self. Desperation welled within him, tethering him to the disturbing reality of this inexplicable metamorphosis.
Swallowing hard, his mind raced to grasp the unimaginable circumstances that had ****** him into this twisted existence. It felt like a cruel joke, a sinister ploy designed to torment his very being. Questions swirled through his mind, why had he awoken in this foreign form? What force had gripped him and displaced his essence into this mysterious body?
His heart pounded against his chest as he began to explore the room, desperately searching for any hint, any sign of an explanation. The luxury surroundings seemed more sinister now, the warmth of the plush carpet and ornate furniture now an icy embrace, concealing dark secrets.
With each passing moment, his mind swirled with a multitude of possibilities - was this a cruel experiment? A diabolical plot? Or was it a consequence of meddling with forces beyond his comprehension? Whatever the truth may be, it was a mystery woven so deeply into the fabric of his existence that he feared he could never unravel it
The mirror taunted him further, the stranger's reflection morphing and shifting as if mocking his torment. It was a reminder that he was trapped, encased in this distorted reflection of reality. The once-familiar face that had greeted him every morning had vanished without a trace, replaced by this nameless embodiment of another.
unknown
Who am I now? And how do I break free from this twisted facade?"
Suddenly, The man heard the sound of shattered glass along with High Pitch scream.
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Now time for quick fact check🥰🥰😘😘 Ceridwen is Celtic goddess of rebirth, transformation, and inspiration.she is also goddess of poetry, inspiration and of the cauldron of transfiguration.
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