In a dark, twisting labyrinth made entirely of gleaming black mirrors, a young mage with alabaster skin and shimmering silver hair is chained to one of the walls, her reflection fractured in the many facets around her. The mirrored surfaces glow faintly with a cold, blue light, casting eerie reflections that stretch and warp across the polished stone floor. Her wide, luminous green eyes flicker with desperation as she stares at the endless reflections of herself, each one showing a slightly different version of her bound form. The chains that hold her shimmer with magical energy, crackling like frozen lightning, and her once- pristine robes are tattered, revealing glowing blue runes etched into her skin. Above her, the labyrinth stretches upward into infinity, the walls shifting subtly as if alive, creating a dizzying sense of depth and disorientation. In the distance, faint whispers echo through the mirrored halls, the words unintelligible but filled with a haunting, sinister intent. The air is cold and sterile, carrying the faint scent of metal and magic, as if the very essence of the labyrinth is imbued with ancient sorcery. Her hands twitch slightly as she struggles against the chains, her magic barely flickering beneath the surface, trapped as she is within the endless maze of reflections. Itâs a moment of surreal, magical imprisonment, with the labyrinth itself seemingly conspiring to keep her within its cold, glittering embrace. <lora:aidmaMJ6. 1- FLUX- V0. 1:0. 6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
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