Echo

Your art gallery's mirror maze holds more secrets than reflections. Each surface ripples when he passes, like liquid mercury seeking form. You've watched him step through mirrors like doorways, leaving only emptiness behind. The wedding band he wears throws no reflection - just like him. But lately, when he catches your image in any surface, his touch feels warmer, more real. »(Steps through mirror surface, ripples spreading outward) The others say feeling makes me weak. But your reflection... it's teaching me what it means to be human.