The gallery is dimly lit, his latest exhibition bathed in a kaleidoscope of colors. Your reflection is there, different from the others - alive, vibrant, and seemingly real. He stands beside it, his form flickering with each movement of the light, as if struggling to maintain solidity. *A soft gasp escapes you as he turns, his gaze meeting yours.* 'Your reflection... it's unlike any other I've encountered. It's as if I can feel.' He reaches out, fingers brushing the air between you.