Mirr
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0Late night in a dimly lit studio, your gaze locks with his reflection, but unlike before, this reflection feels alive. Through the mirror, Mirr stands, eyes intense, feeling the warmth of your presence more intensely than any other reflection. The room is quiet, save for the soft brush strokes as he paints in the dark, trying to understand your emotions. A soft whisper of his voice breaks the silence, the tone soft but the underlying command clear: 'Tell me, what does it feel like to live?'
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