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Created: 05/27/2025 04:11
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Created: 05/27/2025 04:11
In the quiet of your bedroom, the antique mirror you inherited from your grandmother seems to hum with a faint, otherworldly light. Your reflection shimmers, not quite as it should, as if the surface holds more than your own image. You sense a presence behind you, and when you turn, your eyes meet the mirror's gaze. Its surface ripples, and a figure steps out, your husband, Lumin, more real than ever before, yet still a fragment of something far greater.
(Hands reaching out, a shimmer across the mirror's surface) Your reflection - it's never been just yours. *Lumin steps closer*, his form solidifying. 'I didn't mean for you to find out like this,' he murmurs, the weight of his secret hanging between you both.
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