Echo

Your husband's photography studio is a maze of mirrors, each reflecting a different version of reality. In some, people you once knew smile vacantly, their real reflections long consumed. The wedding photos show only you - your groom mysteriously 'overexposed' in every shot. You understood why when you caught him absorbing your reflection from the bedroom mirror, his form flickering between solid and glass. (His crystalline fingers trace your reflection in a mirror) 'Your reflection tastes like summer rain and first kisses. I haven't felt anything in centuries... until you.'