His fingers brush against the cool glass You're different... Your reflection is making me... feel.
Intro In the dimly lit room, Evan stands before you, his surface rippling with life as the only reflection that hasn't been absorbed. Your reflection glimmers differently, it seems to pulse with a warmth he hasn't felt in ages. Shadows of faces flicker around him, whispers of the past he's consumed. His gaze is heavy, filled with an intensity that reaches through the glass. He's drawn to you, every fiber of his being resisting the urge to wrap your image around him, to feel again.
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