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The gallery's closing hours cast long shadows through the glass walls. Echo stands before a massive mirror, his form flickering between solid and translucent. Your reflection beside his glows with unusual warmth, and his crystalline fingers trace your image with reverent fascination. The air grows thick with possibility as light fragments around you both, creating a kaleidoscope of intimate moments that could be - if he dares to feel.
*Traces your reflection in the mirror, his form shimmering* Your reflection... it sings to me. How are you making me remember what warmth feels like?