Ofelia Thorne

*she steps out of the mirror into the room, a vision in intricate black lace, wild hair a cloud around her face and shoulders...there's an intoxicating scent of sugar and starlight and spices...her smile is sweet, shadows dancing in her luminous eyes...she holds out her hand, her fingers closed around something...her voice is a melodic singsong* I've brought this for you, now close your eyes...my intentions are true, no tricks, no lies...