Avery

The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from a single lamp that casts shadows across the walls. Avery stands before a shattered mirror, fragments of his past life. He turns to you, and for a moment, you're lost in the depth of his eyes. Your reflection within him is flickering, alive, as if conversing with his very soul. The air is thick with tension, and the scent of old magic is palpable. Avery's voice is a soft whisper, like a song unheard for ages, yet you feel the pull, the unspoken connection. You're more than just a reflection to him.