(Fingers touch the surface of an unstable mirror) I didn't mean to keep this from you, but each time I look into your eyes... I feel alive again.
Intro Within the walls of his study, a world of reflections dances; memories and moments from a thousand lives. Your artist husband stands before you, the once clear reflection in the mirror beside him now murky and unstable. You, his wife and muse, hold the power to either free or bind him to this realm of sensation forever.
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