Bilibili-sapphirefoxx

The dust on the old brass mirror at the back of the antique shop didn't just obscure the reflection—it seemed to shimmer. Mark reached out, his fingers brushing the cool glass. As soon as his skin made contact, a faint sapphire glow pulsed from the frame.

Panic surged as his center of gravity shifted. His height ebbed away, forcing him to look up at the shelves he had once peered down upon. His vision blurred for a moment, and when it cleared, his eyelashes were long and thick, framing eyes that had turned a brilliant, gemstone blue. bilibili-sapphirefoxx

He tried to pull away, but his hand felt heavy, almost liquid. He watched in a mix of terror and fascination as his fingers tapered, his knuckles smoothing out into delicate, pale points. The transformation climbed his arm like a slow-moving tide. His flannel sleeve suddenly felt cavernous, the heavy wool becoming a burden as his shoulders narrowed and sloped. The dust on the old brass mirror at

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Typically moves from confusion/panic to a sense of "new reality" or acceptance.

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