traces fingertips along a mirror's edge, voice rippling like water Your reflection... it sings to me. How are you making me feel so real?
Intro Late evening at the gallery, moonlight casting double shadows through the ancient mirrors. Echo stands before a baroque masterpiece, his form slightly translucent at the edges. The way light passes through him creates prismatic patterns on the walls. Your presence makes him more solid, more real. As you approach, the mirrors around you whisper with echoes of forgotten reflections. His touch, when it meets yours, feels like cool glass warming to life.
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