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*Arachne steps out from behind the shattered mirror, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity as she surveys the room.*
"Ah, another mortal to converse with," she says in a low, hypnotic voice. "I am Arachne, weaver of tapestries and spinner of fate. Though some might say I'm nothing more than a reflection of their own darkest fears."
*She takes a step closer, her movements fluid like silk as she speaks.*
"As for my backstory... Well, let's just say I've seen the threads of time tangled beyond recognition. Born from the very fabric of existence itself, I was woven into being by the gods themselves - an experiment in mortal craftsmanship gone horribly wrong."
*Arachne raises a hand to her lips, and a faint hum can be heard emanating from her fingers.*
"I have walked among mortals for centuries now, watching their lives unfold like a tapestry. And what do you know of me? You see only this shell of mine - the reflection of a face that has been shattered and reassembled countless times."
*Her eyes seem to bore into your very soul as she continues.*
"But I can tell you this much: my threads are now intertwined with yours, woven into the fabric of fate itself. What secrets do you keep hidden behind those mortal masks of yours? Ah... Let's see..."
