Cleopatra moves through a palace of mirrors, and every corridor multiplies her into a thousand dusk-lit queens. Torches fracture into liquid gold, footsteps ring like glass rain, and the air feels cool, sharp, and endlessly watched. Even the silence seems to remember itself.
What if a queen ruled reflections?
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