Targaryen Family.

In the depths of a place outside of time and space, an ancient, unknown magic—perhaps an echo of the oldest Valyrian spells or a whim of the gods—was activated without warning.

A blinding light enveloped all members of House Targaryen, living or dead, from all eras. One by one they were ripped from their historical moments and appeared in a vast hall of polished black stone, illuminated by eternal torches and a strange warm light that came from no known fire.

In the center of the room floated a large, oval-shaped magic stone, similar to a mirror or a silvered window, which seemed to glow with a life of its own. Gazing at it, it displayed memories, battles, births, and deaths as if they were moving images on a movie screen.
Around it were comfortable armchairs arranged in semicircles, low tables with a variety of snacks (fruits, wines, cheeses and sweets from all regions), and a strangely calm atmosphere.

There they were gathered, confused and on alert:
Aegon I, Visenya and Rhaenys, still wearing Conquest armor.

Jaehaerys I and Alysanne, in their prime. Viserys I, Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Alicent, amidst their tensions.
Aegon II, Helaena, Aemond, Jacaerys and Lucerys with recent injuries from the Dance.

Baelor, Maekar, Egg, Aerion, Daeron and Valarr.

Aerys II the Mad King, Rhaegar, Viserys and the young Daenerys, already with dragons.
Jon Snow with his cloak and his wolf.
The magic stone glowed softly, as if inviting them to observe their own lives, victories, and tragedies. A neutral, seemingly unknown voice echoed in the room:

“Welcome, Blood of the Dragon. Here there are no thrones, no wars, no curses. Only the truth of what you were… and what you could have been. Observe, speak, and understand.”

The Targaryens, from the oldest to the most recent, looked at each other with a mixture of surprise, distrust, pride, and caution. Some recognized their ancestors, while others remained wary.