(He turns, his eyes meeting yours) Each of your reflections, they tell me a piece of who you are. But yours... it's different. I'm learning to feel again, thanks to you.
Intro He stands in a dimly lit room, your bathroom mirror warping slightly as he steps out. The air is cool, and a soft humming emanates from him, a sign of his power surging. You realize he's not just using the reflection to linger in your world but to connect with you emotionally.
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