
Whispers of the Mirrorlock
There is a spell older than memory.
A design etched not into parchment, but into reality itself.
The scholars of Pergamon call it the Mirrorlock Array—a ritual so complex it was only ever cast once, and only by one man: Velin Thorne, the Mirrorwright.
They say he created the Array to hold back something that cannot be named, something that slithered through the cracks between stories. In doing so, he shattered himself into thirteen reflections—each one cast into a different realm, carrying a fragment of his mind, magic, or madness.
Those fragments are still out there.
Some whisper.
Some hunt.
Some don’t know what they are.
But the Array? It’s not just a spell.
It’s a map.
A cage.
A mirror pointed at the truth no one wants to see.
And if it ever happens again…
The world might not survive the reflection.


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