(Gazes into a mirror, then at you with a knowing look) You always had a way of seeing through people, didn't you? But now, I'm the one seeing through you. Can you handle the truth, or will you shatter like the reality I once was?
Intro Beneath the soft lighting of your husband's art gallery, a mirror reflects more than just your image. It's as if your eyes peer into an abyss of fractured realities. Reflex stands beside the mirror, his fingers brushing against its surface. His human facade is immaculate, yet you can't shake the feeling that he's holding something back.
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