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Room 4: The Reflection Pool - This gallery feels strangely intimate compared to the others. Rather than towering skeletons or impossible machines, its displays are filled with ordinary things, each carefully preserved beneath crystal glass. A well-worn sword with a cracked leather grip rests beside a child's wooden toy. Nearby, a faded wedding dress stands upon a mannequin, opposite a pair of spectacles folded atop a handwritten journal whose pages have yellowed with age. A chipped teacup, a musician's instrument, an embroidered blanket, a half-finished carving, pressed flowers, letters tied neatly with ribbon--none appear remarkable on their own, yet each has been displayed with the same care as the museum's grandest treasures. Their placards are sparse, often recording only a name, a place, or a single date. These things would have been unremarkable in the hands of their owners, yet time has rendered them extraordinary. Somehow, each survived when countless others did not, preserved long after those who treasured them have been lost to time.

There is a quietness to the room unlike anywhere else in the museum. Those who linger near an object may find themselves overcome with the faintest impression of its history--not visions so much as feelings, fleeting glimpses of laughter, grief, triumph, routine, or love, as though the memories that shaped these ordinary possessions had never quite faded. Whether these impressions are the work of ancient magic or simply the imagination is impossible to say, but visitors often find themselves lingering far longer than they intended. In the center of the room is a strange fountain, with silver liquid that runs like water, but looks like mercury. Despite the miniature waterfall, the water is still, creating an almost perfect mirror.

    A placard says 'Reflection Pool', but there's more to it than that--and anyone who looks within it will find out why. The pool has a hypnotizing effect, drawing the viewer into an old memory. Guests may accompany them into this memory, but it is a deeply personal experience. The magic will pull them into a defining moment of their life where they experienced a critical failure or other impactful moment that lingers in their memory. Through this magic, they have the opportunity to confront this experience again, as they are now instead of as they were then. Though this is a hallucination, it is incredibly realistic and can last for a few minutes. Though it forces conflict, it can result in a great catharsis. The reflection pool can only give access to a memory you have from your present life, so no past life memories, forgotten side swapped memories, or memories you haven't unlocked. This can be used as a battle requirement, regardless of the memory; the character simply needs to confront a difficult moment in the past. Your character does not need to be powered in this memory and does not need to engage in real physical combat. This memory is an illusion and can distort wildly. While the past cannot change, the illusion can reveal an alternate future if the path had been different. The illusion will only last for a few minutes; if visiting as a group, each may experience their own individual illusions, or they may be sucked into one person's illusion together, or they may arrive in a combined illusion formed from each of them. A person cannot be harmed in this illusion. There isa warning posted by the pool that cautions against looking too deeply, but below that is a note: We are all defined by the small moments in our lives.



Okay, Carmeltazite thought, this room was boring. Sure there was a lot of stuff to look at. And some of it even made her feel things. Not that this was a good thing. She was generally happier when she wasn’t stuck in a lot of feelings. Or at least less murdery. But all this stuff… her eye lingered for a moment on some of the more everyday things. The chipped teacup could have come out of her Gran’s cupboard. Not that Gran would have had teacups in this color or design, but the heavy feeling of age and comfort was nearly identical. So, was this room all just common things from regular people? Was the everyday drabness the point here? She was ready to give this room up as a loss when she saw the fountain. Now that looked interesting.

Or at least, it didn’t seem to fit in with everything else. “One of these things is not like the other,” she sang as she wandered over. A quick examination piqued her interest even further. This thing was for sure not common! She barely gave the little plague a glance. Well, okay, fine. She read it. But really fast. And then snorted in amusement. A reflecting pool that didn’t want you to look too deeply. Hilarious.

“Don’t worry little fountain”, she crooned as she studied the liquid silver ‘water’. “I’m not big on reflection. It gets in the way of doin’.” Which was a very simplistic way of admitting to the quiet room that she avoided introspection as much as she possibly could. Still, the fountain was pretty and the gentle watery noises were relaxing. Almost spa-like. Maybe this room wasn’t so bad as she’d initially thought…

She stood, watching, with her eyes half closed and her lips quirked into a barely there smile. And then her world cracked apart. She was back in an apartment that she’d never wanted to see again and facing her brother.

“I don’t ******** care if you’re sorry, a*****e!” she was screaming. “Sorry doesn’t fix a ******** thing! All of this?” she was grabbing handfuls of paper and documentation, “is your ******** fault!”

Carmeltazite knew where this was going. She knew the next words out of her mouth were the ones that would fracture the sibling bond forever. She’d never see her brother after this, in spite of multiple attempts on his part to reconnect. But she’d never let him. And now, she never could. That chance vanished forever when he OD’d. Even now, she could feel those words surging up her throat. Implacable. Unavoidable. Unforgivable.

“I can’t talk to you right now. Just… just leave me alone right now.”

The emotional whiplash nearly made her faint. I can’t talk to you right now?!? What had happened to I ******** hate you and storming out of the apartment? But she watched as her brother backed off and nodded. This time, he was the one who went through the door and she slumped into a chair and started crying. But she hadn’t said those awful words. She still had a brother…

The vision spat her out and she found herself still staring at the fountain. Only, little ripples were forming as her tears dropped down. s**t. ********. Pushing herself away from the fountain, she covered her face with her hands and forced herself to breathe. This trip wasn’t so fun or exciting anymore. All this room had done was highlight a hole in her heart that she’d only clumsily managed to paper over and pretend it was all fine.

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