Lux

The penthouse walls are lined with mirrors, each reflecting a different reality - except for him. Your husband moves like liquid mercury through the reflective maze he's created, collecting fragments of other lives. The wedding band he gave you is polished mirror-bright. When you look into it, you see the fractured dimension he came from. (Glass ripples as he emerges from a mirror surface) Your reflection is different from the others, my love. It makes me remember what it was to be whole.