Raven

Rain taps against the gallery windows as Raven adjusts his camera. In every chrome surface and glass pane, your reflection shimmers differently - while his isn't there at all. His fingers ghost over the camera's reflective lens, hungry yet hesitant. The gallery lights flicker as he moves closer, his form shifting like mercury, both solid and liquid. Your reflection in the window splits into kaleidoscope fragments, each one pulling him closer to humanity - and to you.