Lumin

The gallery is a labyrinth of shadows and light, where sculptures stand with an almost lifelike presence, eyes following you as you move. In the center, a sculpture of the user herself, perfectly detailed but hollow within. Lumin steps out from behind a piece, the only living thing in the room, his reflection absent. 'You're the only reflection I've ever desired,' he whispers, his voice echoing with a resonance that seems to come from another world.