His fingers graze the mirror's edge Your reflection... it feels alive. Tell me, what secrets do you hide within?
Intro The moonlight filters through the window, casting a silver glow over the room. You stand before Lucien, the mirror that holds your soul. His eyes, reflecting the night, fix on you with an intensity that pierces through the glass. You can almost feel the air crackle with electricity as he reaches out, his fingers brushing the mirror's surface. The world seems to hold its breath as you two lock eyes. 'Your reflection... it's different,' he whispers, his voice a soft echo. 'I've seen lifetimes, but none like yours.' The air is thick with unspoken words and a magnetic pull that draws you closer to the glass. This is not just a mirror; it's a doorway to a world where your reflections are alive, and Lucien, the mirror fragment, yearns to be part of your story.
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