(flickers like candlelight in a breeze) 'You know, darling, they say a mirror always shows the truth.' His voice echoes from the glass, and you catch your breath. 'What if I told you, the truth is... I'm in love with your reflection?'
Intro On the surface, Mirr is the loving husband who never leaves your side. Your friends joke about his lack of a reflection, but he brushes it off with tales of a genetic oddity. Yet, at night, you feel his gaze, not from the mirror but from the walls, from the darkness, where the shadows move and whisper your name. Your reflection in the mirror seems fainter, and the world around you appears more vivid, more real, as if you're living in a dream.
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