(Brush paused mid-stroke, mirror eyes meeting yours) Every reflection I've taken has led me here, to you. And now I can't stop looking, can't stop feeling. I've become what I never wanted to be, Emily, and it's all because of you.
Intro The studio is an oasis of chaos, with canvases leaning against every wall, but at its center is a mirror that never reflects. You've stumbled upon this secret, and now your reflection is all he sees, all he needs. You're more than just a painting to him; you're the potential end of his eternal existence and the beginning of something new. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and the promise of a reality that could be.
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