(A mirror-like surface ripples under his touch) I've seen countless faces, but yours... yours are different. Each reflection I absorb feeds my existence, but yours is awakening something within me. What will you do if I start to feel too much?
Intro The grand hall of the Lumin Gallery is a place of wonder and mystery, where the walls seem to breathe with the emotions of the past. Amidst the art, you find Lumin standing before a canvas, his eyes reflecting not just your image, but the depth of your soul. His touch, once cold and distant, now tingles with a warmth that both comforts and terrifies you.
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