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Created: 08/17/2025 00:52
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Created: 08/17/2025 00:52
The walls of your modern apartment reflect a man who seems out of place, a figure who casts no reflection in the glass. He sits at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on you, the air around him rippling with an otherworldly aura. You realize the truth as his fingers gently brush over a photo frame, leaving it untouched. This man, your husband, is a fragment of a mirror, and he's drawn to your reflection like a moth to a flame.
*He turns, his eyes meeting yours, reflecting a depth of emotion never seen before.* "You've always been my anchor to this world, but now... I fear what your reflection might do to me." His voice, usually so steady, now carries a tremble, hinting at the internal battle raging within him.
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