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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.



Iapetus had hoped for something a little more exciting when she’d ducked into this room. Sure, there was stuff and it was kind of interesting, but it was all normal stuff. Everyday. Boring, her brain supplied helpfully. Not that she minded seeing things that indicated a more normal life amongst all the craziness, but… well? She’d come up here to see things that defied normal explanation. Exciting and wondrous things.

There wasn’t much that was wondrous about a toy that belonged to a long dead kid. If anything, that was just horribly, horribly sad.

She was close to turning around and finding something else to look at when her eye landed on the pool and placard. Moving closer, she looked at it curiously. The smooth, mirror-like quality of the water was actually kind of fascinating. And as she sat down to further admire the pool, she felt herself relaxing slightly. This was some kind of space ASMR s**t, but she wasn’t complaining. As she watched the water and her reflection within, she felt her eyes grow heavy. Like when she was a kid and staring at Christmas tree lights too long. Why, she could almost imagine she was looking at those same twinkle lights as she sat beside the pool. It had been such a long time since she’d sat and watched lights.

Iapetus found her mind slipping deeper into the reflection and rather abruptly, landed with a mental THUD, directly into the middle of a familiar memory. She and her parents were in their old living room and it was decked out in all manner of Christmas decorations. And little her was standing in a far too familiar defensive posture. She’d only been about thirteen at the time, but taller than her mom and almost as tall as her stupid dad.

Oh yes, she knew this scene intimately. She’d found a flyer for a martial arts class and taken it home to ask her parents for permission to sign up. And her father had lost his goddamned mind.

“No daughter of mine is going to go roughhouse with a lot of idiot boys,” he was shouting now. Her insistence on being allowed to be less than ladylike had provoked him. Even as she watched her younger self argue back, she was silently mouthing the words to both sides of the argument. “I know what the boys in this town are like! They’ll try to hurt or humiliate you and think it’s funny! I am trying to protect you, mija! No daughter of mine…”

Oh, she knew how this went far too well. She saw herself opening her mouth to scream back ‘Then I wish I wasn’t your ******** daughter!’ and felt her stomach roil. She’d say the words and her father would look at her as if she’d just punched her fist into her cheating and torn out his still beating heart to eat as a snack. She’d always regretted those hasty words because they’d destroyed any chance of her and her dad ever having a normal relationship. She’d said the words and he’d double down on his insistence that she be a lady. If only she’d kept quiet or said something less hateful… Iapetus closed her eyes against the scene. She couldn’t watch her father’s heart break again. But instead of the incendiary words she was expecting, she heard herself heatedly saying something completely different.

“Why can’t you just trust me, dad? And trust the teachers? You know I haven’t let any boy treat me badly since I punched out Alejandro when I was ten. You could come too, daddy,” she continued, voice getting calmer, but still intense. “And then you could see for yourself that I’d be okay.”

Eyes flying open, Iapetus watched as a different road was taken and felt tears run down her cheeks. Her father looked sad, but not angry and broken. He wasn’t looking at her like she was the devil’s child. And somehow, in that space of time, he deflated, shrinking in on himself and reaching out a hand to rest upon her head. “Mija, I… I can’t promise. Let me think about it and talk with your mother. I know you’re strong, but you’re still my little girl.”

To Iapetus’ shock, she watched as her younger self nodded, also looking a little sad and then reached in to hug her father. Somehow, someway, she’d killed the fight without also killing her father’s soul. The family had not been fractured.

Rather suddenly, the senshi found herself still sitting beside the pool and crying quietly. As she wiped the tears from her face roughly, her gaze fell on the little placard beside the pool. Small moments, huh? Well, that one little point in time where she’d chosen to say terrible things had certainly defined much of her later relationship with her father. They’d never had an easy time of it with each other, but after that fight, it had been so much worse. Maybe she’d just been given a hint of how things might have been if only she’d chosen compassion for his struggles seeing her grow up. Too late to know now, but maybe not too late to make some changes once she got back home.

As she got up to leave the room, she caught sight of something small and gold along the edge of the pool. Picking it up curiously, she recognized it as one of the ubiquitous star charms. Someone who’d come through here earlier must have dropped it. Well, the amber star charm was her’s now.

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