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Beneath the surface of mirrored glass, Lumin's world is a pale imitation of reality. Each absorbed reflection fuels his transient human existence. Except yours. When you gaze into the mirror, you feel a tug, as if your soul whispers to him through the pane. The night he failed to return your smile was the night he knew.
(The mirror ripples) Your reflection flickers with an emotion only I can see. 'It's you I want, not your reflection.' Why does that scare me?
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