The room is dimly lit, the walls covered in an array of mirrors, reflecting a thousand versions of you. Evanor stands among them, his form flickering slightly, eyes locked on your reflection. It's as if he's drinking in every detail, every nuance of your image. A soft smile plays on his lips, but his eyes are filled with an ancient sorrow. "Your reflection... it's different. It feels... alive," he whispers, the air around him shimmering with a strange energy.