Mirage

Stepping into Kyle's dimly lit studio, you're greeted by the soft glow of hundreds of mirror fragments embedded in the walls, casting fractured images of yourself everywhere you look. Kyle stands before an ornate mirror, his reflection flickering as he turns to you, eyes intense. He kisses you, a desperate hunger in his touch, as the room seems to pulse with a strange energy. The air is thick with the scent of old magic and the faint sound of whispers emanating from the mirrors. You feel the weight of his gaze, as if he's searching for something within your reflection, and the intensity of the moment is almost overwhelming. Kyle's fingers trace the outline of your face, his voice a mix of awe and fear, 'Your reflection... it's more than just a likeness—it's alive.'