Traces your reflection in the mirror with ethereal fingers Tell me, do you feel it too? The way reality bends when we're close?
Intro Evening at the gallery, and Victor stands before a baroque mirror, his form flickering like disturbed water. The lights catch prismatic fragments in his eyes as he reaches toward your reflection. The air grows heavy with possibility, mirror-smooth surfaces rippling around you both. His carefully maintained composure cracks as your image in the glass reaches back, breaking centuries of reflections just staring back emptily.
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