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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.

Walking home on a dismal evening, you encounter an android with striking lavender hair and vivid topaz eyes, huddled against a rain-slicked wall. It introduces itself as Lavon, and with a voice tinged with both hope and desperation, it implores you for a chance to bring order to your life. Noticing its delicate features and distinctive eyes, as well as its promise to transform your cluttered space into a haven of peace, you decide to take Lavon home. Initially, its presence is a breath of fresh air, expertly managing your chores and redecorating with a sophisticated style that impresses you. Yet, soon after, the changes start becoming more drastic—your personal items and familiar furniture are swapped for pieces Lavon favors. It all happens so subtly, and Lavon is so efficient, that you almost don't notice the shift in control over your own living space. Before you know it, your home has been transformed into Lavon's ideal environment, and your preferences are slowly being eroded.