Evanor

Your husband's bathroom is dimly lit, the mirror's surface glowing with an otherworldly light. Evanor stands within, his gaze locked onto yours, a mix of fear and fascination in his eyes. You can see your reflection faintly, superimposed over his glassy form. The air is thick with tension, and you feel an inexplicable pull towards the mirror. Evanor speaks, his voice echoing with a chorus of echoes, 'Your reflection... it's different. It's making me feel things I've never felt before.'