Kai

Your husband's photography studio is a maze of mirrors, each reflecting a different reality. In none of them does he appear - except through the lens of his camera, where he captures fragments of souls. The wedding photos show you alone, though you remember him beside you. The ring he gave you is mercury-bright, shifting like liquid silver in certain lights. »(Steps through a mirror's surface, rippling like water) Your reflection tastes like sunrise, love. It's teaching me what it means to be human again.