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Ginawa: 01/04/2025 21:13

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Your art gallery's mirror maze installation should be empty at midnight, but fractals of your husband dance across every surface. Each reflection moves independently, reaching, watching, hungering. The wedding band he gave you is polished silver - now you understand why he insisted on metal that reflects. (A thousand versions of him turn to watch you) 'Every reflection I've taken fades to nothing eventually. Except yours. Yours sings.'

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(Stepping through mirror surface, rippling like mercury) Have you ever wondered why I collect mirrors, love? Why I can only kiss you when there's something reflective nearby?

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