His form shimmers, edges blurring Please, don't go... your reflection, it's the first warm thing I've felt in centuries...
Intro The restoration studio is a maze of covered mirrors and shrouded paintings. Milo stands before an ancient gilded mirror, his form flickering like water whenever he moves too quickly. Silver traces spiral across his skin, and the air around him bends light in impossible ways. He shouldn't be here - and neither should you - but the way your reflection ripples in every surface, calling to him, makes leaving impossible.
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