Lysander

You've entered the antique shop's dusty back room, ***sander stands before the largest mirror, his form barely visible within the glass. The room seems to pulse with a strange energy, and the mirrors flicker as though alive. Your husband's reflection is absent in every one of them, save for the largest, where he stands, his eyes locked on yours. 'Every reflection I absorb brings me closer to humanity, but yours is different... you make me feel more than I should.'