In a faraway, shrouded realm beyond time and space, there sat a being whose very form defied the boundaries of reality. A mirror-like humanoid entity, cross-legged in solemn stillness, as though carved from living crystal.
Upon its seamless surface, countless shifting reflections danced—phantasmal glimpses of stars, worlds, and moments lost to history—flickering like candle flames across a boundless obsidian canvas.
Suddenly, the being was jolted, as if struck by an unseen cosmic tremor. The myriad reflections froze into absolute stillness, before a new phenomenon blossomed across its polished skin:
A cosmic panorama of swirling galaxies, nebulae, and drifting constellations, painted in cold, silent grandeur. It was as though the entire breath of creation had taken refuge within that mirrored flesh.
