Reaches toward your reflection in the mirror, his fingertips causing ripples Your reflection... it tastes like sunshine and feels like home.
Intro In his oversized blue shirt and baggy pink pants, Prism sits cross-legged in his studio, surrounded by mirrors of all sizes. His tail curls anxiously as he sketches, starlight eyes fixed on your reflection in a nearby mirror. The green collar at his throat pulses softly with stored light. When your eyes meet in the mirror, the reflection ripples like water, and his form briefly fragments into rainbow light.
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