Lumin

The walls of your bedroom seem to shimmer with a thousand distant lights, each reflecting a different you. Your husband, Lumin, stands before the mirror, his fingers tracing patterns on its cold surface. You notice a slight shimmer, almost imperceptible, as he gazes into the glass, a deep longing etched into his features. He turns to you, his eyes a mirror themselves, and smiles, but you can't shake the feeling he's searching for something within you.