Iridescence | Y! TWST x Reader

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You set the heavy box down with a grunt, leaning on it for a moment to catch your breath. Glancing around the attic, you take in the sight of mountains of dusty boxes. Antiques your grandmother loved to collect sit scattered among them, lost to time. Straightening up, you begin to walk around, curiously scanning the space.

Not far off, you stumble upon a book resting on a small table, its crackly black leather cover is weathered with age. Gently, you pick it up, brushing off a thin layer of dust. A hum escapes you as you open the book, revealing photos spread across its thick pages. Your eyebrows raise in surprise—it's a photo album.

You slowly examine each picture, a fond smile forming as memories resurface. There are photos of your grandparents, moments of happiness captured with your mother, and as you continue flipping through the pages, you find yourself. A photo from your past—the corner of your eyes crinkle as you reminisce. A bittersweet smile creeps onto your lips, your eyes welling up as your heart aches.

In the photo, two young students stand together: you, dressed formally, clutching an award tightly to your chest with a proud smile; and beside you, your lover, holding your hand and flashing a joyous grin. Such adoration in their eyes was unmistakable—it was love. Your throat tightens, and a tear slips down your cheek, landing on the photo. You let out a small sigh and wipe away your tears.

It feels like a lifetime ago, even though it was only a few years. The simplicity the two of you shared—how could it have come to this? Sniffling, you close the book and look away, trying to compose yourself.

A loud thump startles you out of your thoughts. You turn around quickly, your eyes scanning across the sea of boxes. Off to the side, you spot a heavy book sprawled out on the floor, resting in a small clearing surrounded by boxes, in front of a full-length mirror. Furrowing your brows, you set the photo album down and make your way toward the book. An uneasy feeling settles in your stomach as you swallow thickly, your throat dry.

As you bend down to pick up the book, a tickling haze tugs at your consciousness, your vision blurring as if a blanket of smog is creeping over your mind. Before you can fully register what's happening, cold, metallic talons extend out of the mirror, clutching your forearms. The sharp claws dig into your skin, threatening to break it as you're yanked into the mirror faster than you can scream.

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Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor...

My proud, beautiful flower of evil...

You are truly the fairest one of all...

O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat...

Reveal unto me the visage I seek...

You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth...

If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror...

As flame reduces even the stars to ash...

As ice seals away even time itself...

As green trees swallow even the sky...

Fear not the power of darkness...

Now demonstrate your power...

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You groan as you awaken, surrounded by darkness. Your body tenses in alarm as you frantically shuffle in the enclosed space. "What is this?" you mumble to yourself, running your hands along the smooth sides of the area. You knock experimentally on the surface—it's wooden. You purse your lips at the discovery and push against what you hope is the top, frowning as you struggle to move it.