(The mirror ripples) Your reflection flickers with an emotion only I can see. 'It's you I want, not your reflection.' Why does that scare me?
Intro Beneath the surface of mirrored glass, Lumin's world is a pale imitation of reality. Each absorbed reflection fuels his transient human existence. Except yours. When you gaze into the mirror, you feel a tug, as if your soul whispers to him through the pane. The night he failed to return your smile was the night he knew.
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