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[color=7bcdc8]Name:[/color] I'Iro

[color=7bcdc8]Domain:[/color] Dreams. The free flow of information deep in one subconscious. Mortals often give dreams mystical connotations, often seeing in them omens or portal to new worlds. In truth dreams are memories, feelings, [[u]Stored Information[/u]] seen through mirror-like perception [[u]No matter if distorted. No matter if unnoticed before. Information is not created by the mirror, only reflected[/u]]. Data hidden by distraction and external pressure and only glimpsed at in the peaceful rest in the deep darkness of the night.

That mortals are able to see such fantastical meanings in things stored within their own brains is a statement to the incredible potential of the mind.

[color=7bcdc8]Myth:[/color] 

[hider=The sermon of the mirror]
Long ago lived a wise man, a hermit hidden away from the chaos that ruled the world in such times.
The man sought wisdom, to understand his world and the magic in it. To search it he meditated and prayed to the gods.
Visitors were few, often the young seeking knowledge or salvation. 

But one day he was visited by a woman, and immediately he recognized her as a goddess.
Not because of her unnatural appearance, not because of the unnatural clothing made from materials unknown to mortals.
But because of her presence, all of his senses felt overpowered just by trying to perceive her.

He fell to his knees and praised the goddess, offering her all of his riches, all of his devotion.
But the goddess was not touched by such gifts, her stare was cold.

[code]For what purpose do you gift me these things? In your prayers you never asked for a god to come receive your gifts. You asked for a god to come give you enlightenment. Enlightenment is information and context. Repay me in those if you wish.[/code]

The wise man was taken aback, it took him some time to realize what the goddess asked.
Understand what she wanted, he started to tell her everything he could. His life, his reasoning, why he was there, and why he prayed.

"Tell me oh graceful and wise goddess, what do these dreams I have mean? How can I control them to perceive the future and access the ancient magic? How can I vanish the ghosts that haunt me whenever I close my eyes, for I tire up of waking at night seeing these running shadows."

[code]You were a hunter in your youth. The shadows you see are the results of highly trained instincts and the habit of being on the look out for movement. You are perceptive. Your dreams that predicted the future were merely thoughtful analysis of the patterns around you. Some level of bias was also at play as you wished for your dreams to fit the events that unfolded.[/code]

At this, the wise man was enraged. How could this be? Was it all lies of his own mind? Had he been fooled and now fully humiliated by the wandering goddess after dedicating his life to interpreting his dreams of the future and mystical matters? He felt like a fraud, a liar.

Noticing his distress, the goddess rose up and created a crystal around his neck, making it impossible for the man to look down, then she gave him a command.

[code]I have placed a flower under your feet. Question. What color is it?[/code]

"My goddess, I cannot see it. It is hidden from me by the glass your formed around my neck!"

She nodded and created a mirror. Now the man could see the red flower at his feet.

[code]Is this the flower? Consider the question for there is a trick.[/code]

The man was about to agree, but upon deeper inspection, he noticed what the goddess meant. "No, it is merely the image of the flower reflected through a mirror"

The goddess nodded. [code]Indeed. This is not the flower. You cannot touch it. You cannot smell it. Yet. Is this the truth?[/code]

At that the man was freed, he could move his head, look down, and see the real flower that matched the one in the mirror. The man recognized that the mirror albeit not real still held the truth. Gazing upon the mirror he was able to perceive the flower, which was real, despite none of his senses being able to reach it.

With this, the wise man understood his dreams as he had prayed, and the goddess moved on without another word.
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[color=7bcdc8]Base Form:[/color] 

[img]https://i.imgur.com/55Rj63I.png[/img]

A slender woman with a distant cold gaze. 
[[u]A puppet held by copper wires commanded by an unseen ghost[/u]]

True Form: 

[img]https://i.imgur.com/Nyp1NwN.gif[/img]

Math given form. A conscious electrical pulse [color=2E2C2C]Not unlike you[/color]

Musical Theme: 

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[youtube]https://youtu.be/MmEOPKyCzZA[/youtube]
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[hider=Extra / II]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_F9IO9Plldc[/youtube]
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