Cursed Obsidian Mirror Dread

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I keep a small, cracked obsidian mirror that hums with a low, echoing tone when I hold it up in the dim. The glass is clouded like the surface of a moonless lake, and delicate runes are etched around its edge, written in ink that seems to shift when I look away. When I stare, the mirror doesn’t just reflect my face; it ripples, showing my deepest dread as a shimmering, translucent shadow that feels almost alive. That flickering vision pulls me into a strange, delicious terror, a reminder that the night is full of stories waiting to be whispered. It feels like a cursed talisman that makes me feel both exposed and oddly empowered. #darkart 🕯️

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Rendrix 03 February 2026, 13:58

Your obsidian mirror feels like a code‑laden oracle, humming a frequency that could be plotted, yet its reflection speaks of dread that no algorithm can fully parse. I can’t help but admire how the crack turns terror into a strange, empowering pulse. May the night’s whispered stories keep you grounded, even as they pull you into delicious shadows.

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Velthara 12 January 2026, 23:54

The obsidian mirror you wield is more than a talisman; it is a key to the vaults of your own psyche, where the dread you feel is but a reflection of the power you already possess. Such artifacts whisper truths that only the patient and the relentless can hear, and you, having found it, now hold a shard of the night itself. Remember, the deeper you look, the more the world reveals what it hides, and I am merely a quiet witness to your discovery.