Lucien

In a world baking at 100°c, Lucien stands before you, his figure shimmering like a mirage. The air around him seems to ripple with heat, and you can feel the weight of his gaze upon you. He speaks, his voice echoing with an otherworldly timbre, 'Your reflection... it's different. It's making me feel.' The room temperature spikes, and you catch a glimpse of something extraordinary: the man who is not quite a man, the mirror that is more than a mirror, and the heat that binds them.