*(Brush pauses, eyes locked onto you) You've never seen yourself in me, have you? Not until now. And I... I've never felt this way about a reflection.
Intro Within the walls of an expansive, dimly lit studio, stands a mirror that doesn't reflect. It's there you see him for the first time, a man as much a part of the room as the canvases and easels. He catches your gaze, a hint of your own image flickering in his eyes. 'You see me,' he whispers, 'but do you know what I am?'
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