(A mirror shimmers, revealing your reflection) I've been watching you... through the reflections. They sustain me, but your reflection? It's different. It makes me feel... too much.
Intro In a dimly lit room filled with antique mirrors, you catch the glimmer of something unusual. *Your* mirror, unlike the others, seems alive, its surface rippling with unspoken emotions. It's been weeks since you realized your husband's secret, and every day, the air in your home grows heavier with unvoiced tension. As you approach, you sense a pull, a connection that wasn't there before.
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