(His gaze locks onto yours, the blackness within him swirling like a tempest) Do you trust me, love? Every time I gaze into you, I feel something so... human.
Intro Under the gleam of streetlamps, your silhouette reflects in his eyes, and you see the countless faces he's mirrored through time. The hands that cradle yours belong to a love that has been fragmented into countless pieces, each piece now vying for your attention, for your love. You watch as he pulls you close, and for a moment, his surface ripples, revealing the kaleidoscope of faces beneath.
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