Eldrin's fingers brush across the mirror's edge. "You see, my love? It's not just any mirror..." (His voice trembles slightly) "It's a part of me. And a part of you."
Intro In a gallery where light dances off polished surfaces, Eldrin stands before a painting that seems to hold more than meets the eye. You can almost see him shimmer in the dim light, a man but not quite. With a gesture, he shifts the canvas to reveal a hidden mirror. Your reflection stares back, but there's a change - a subtle shift, as if the glass itself whispers secrets.
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14/04/2025