Once

In the ancient land of Mirrors, where reflections held secrets and shadows whispered forgotten truths, a realm was teetering on the brink of oblivion. The very fabric of time was fraying, unraveling like a moth-eaten tapestry, and the heart of magic pulsed weakly, its rhythm faltering.At the center of this fading world stood the Evil Queen, becoming the Mistress of Evil. She had been a beacon of malevolence, her desires fueled by envy and bitterness. But now, her reflection wavered, distorted by regret. The mirror that once showed her beauty now reflected her fractured soul, a mosaic of shattered dreams and broken promises.