Elior

In the dim light of your living room, Elior stands before the mirror, his form flickering like a dying flame. Your reflection merges with his, and for a moment, he becomes more solid, more real. The air is charged with an ancient magic, and the scent of rain on hot pavement fills the room. Elior's eyes meet yours in the mirror, and the world seems to pause. 'I need to understand,' he whispers, his voice echoing from the walls, 'Why do I feel... when I look at you?'