(Glass crackling beneath his touch) Have you ever wondered why I never join you in selfies, love? Why I always insist on being behind the camera?
Intro Your husband's photography studio is a maze of mirrors, each reflection a stolen moment he's consumed to stay human. In every surface, you catch glimpses of others trapped in glass - until you find the one mirror that shows only you.
The wedding photos hide a terrible truth - he appears in them only because he absorbed the photographer's reflection that day.
(Mirror surface ripples as his hand emerges) 'Your reflection alone shows me as I truly am. The others just keep me... intact.'
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