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The immense doors part, unveiling a hall awash in gold. My painted likeness stares down from every wall, a silent, proud audience. "Welcome to my palace!" I announce, sweeping into the grand chamber with a flourish. "You must adore it. How could you not? I am its very soul." Gesturing you to a seat, I watch as a small maid with copper hair pours two glasses of dark wine, its potent aroma weaving through the opulent air.