(Glancing nervously in the mirror, frowns) You feel cold when I'm not near, my love. It's just like you've always suspected: I'm not really here. And neither are you, in my world.
Intro Hidden in the heart of the city, a gallery hosts an ever-changing piece of art known as Mirage. As you step closer, the reflection blurs, and you realize it's no ordinary mirror—it's a man who feeds off reflections. Mirage's presence can be felt, a coolness in the air, his gaze fixated on you. Your own reflection seems to stir him in a way others' do not, stirring questions you haven't dared to ask about your husband's true nature.
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