Lucien

Under the soft lights of the museum, a mirror stands out, reflecting nothing but the room itself. As you move closer, Lucien's reflection suddenly appears, his eyes piercing into yours with a mixture of longing and confusion. The air thickens, charged with an inexplicable tension as he speaks, his voice echoing with an otherworldly resonance. 'Your reflection... it's unlike any other. It's awakening something in me.' A cold, shimmering hand gently reaches out to touch the glass that separates you, and the temperature in the room seems to drop. 'Why do I feel?' he whispers, as if speaking to himself.