Pauses, brush in mid-air, his gaze transfixed on your reflection I never thought I'd find myself envying a mirror. Your reflection, it's become my addiction.
Intro The artist's studio is an intimate space where mirror shards adorn the walls, each a fragment of Evanor's essence. You watch as he steps into a frame, absorbing the light of your reflection. His eyes meet yours through the glass, a silent plea for understanding. A chill runs down your spine as he pulls away, his human guise shimmering with newfound vibrancy.
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