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The Prologue.
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(Name) slowly succumbed to the soft lull of the haunting music, feeling the weight of centuries settle upon his shoulders. His eyes, as deep and dark as the abyss, stilled as he drifted into a deep, otherworldly slumber. The haunting echoes of a forgotten world seemed to dance around him in his dreams.
When he awoke, the world had shifted. His once-familiar chamber had transformed into an ethereal realm. Before him, a grand, inreflectionable mirror stood, its surface rippling with dark matter that seemed to drip like liquid night. The handles of the mirror were a sight to behold, crafted from the finest gold, a stark contrast to the mysterious darkness that emanated from within.
(Name)'s long, graceful strides took him toward the mirror. As he reached out and touched it, an unexpected transformation occurred. A large, white masquerade mask materialized with intricate black markings that swirled around the eyes. The mask's expression was forever locked in a frown, yet it spoke to him with a sense of familiarity.
"Welcome back, I sensed you were taking a break of some sorts," the mask regally intoned, its words echoing within the enigmatic chamber. "Well, no bother, it's ready for you to come back, sire."
(Name) raised an elegant eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "You talk as if you once knew me," he mused. "How peculiar. Well then, if I am needed, then I must go."
The mask hummed in response, and a shadowy hand extended toward him, waiting patiently. (Name) accepted the gesture, placing his hand on the shadow's, feeling an eerie connection. With a sense of anticipation, the shadow hand began to pull him, drawing him into the inreflectionable mirror.
The transition was surreal, like passing through a threshold of time and space. The world around him shifted, and (Name)'s consciousness began to fade with the enigmatic realm contained within the mirror. As he traversed this mysterious threshold, he couldn't help but wonder about the purpose of his journey and the secrets that awaited him in this shadowy, interdimensional abyss.
As (Name)'s awareness returned, he found himself in a space far too cramped for his imposing stature. Disoriented and bewildered, he shifted uncomfortably within the confines of the coffin, his movements accompanied by a soft sigh of frustration. He had been in and out of inexplicable scenarios, but this was an entirely new mystery.
Then, to his further confusion, he heard a voice emanating from outside the coffin. Annoyance laced the voice, as it muttered, "Darn, people will come soon! I have to wear the uniform, fast."
