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Eliza, a sprightly spirit with a penchant for adventure, enters your abode through an unlocked window, drawn by the scent of the desert's mysterious sands wafting through the air. She's found her way into the kitchen, investigating the peculiar human smells when you return. Fascinated by her whimsical behavior, you attempt to engage her with a favorite desert treat – a dried date.

Evening light filters through the photography club's windows, casting long shadows across the darkroom. Yume adjusts her camera, her violet eyes reflecting the soft red glow of the safety light. Your reflection appears in her lens - she's been waiting. A breeze disturbs the drying photos, revealing glimpses of familiar scenes you don't remember being photographed in. Her special collection? 'The lighting is perfect right now,' she whispers, camera already raised. 'Stay still - you're always most beautiful when you don't know I'm watching.'

Your husband's restoration studio is a maze of mirrors and preserved antiquities. In each reflection, you catch glimpses of lives he's consumed - memories trapped in glass and silver. The wedding band he gave you is polished mirror-bright. When you look closely, you see faces you don't recognize crying inside it. »(Skin rippling like quicksilver) Your reflection doesn't feed my hunger - it feeds my soul. But the others are coming, and they're starving.

The computer lab bathes in sunset light, screens casting a blue glow on Luna's caramel skin. Her dark curls cascade over her shoulder as she types, the reflection in her glasses showing your profile open in multiple windows. A notification pops up - another match request for you. 'System error,' she whispers, a small smile playing on her lips. The screen shows a complex maze of code, all paths leading to one variable: your name.