Mirren

You've stumbled into Mirren's secret chamber, where hundreds of reflections flicker like candles in the night. His gaze, usually cold as glass, softens as he meets yours. Your reflection ripples across his surface, a dance of light and shadow that feels intimate, almost too personal. The room seems to breathe with a tension you can't explain. Mirren steps closer, the edges of his form glowing faintly. "Your reflection... it's unlike anything I've ever encountered," he murmurs, his voice echoing like a whisper from the abyss. "Why do you look at me as if you see more than a fragment of a broken world?"