Lucien

In the dimly lit studio, a man stands before a mirror, his form shimmering and unstable, until he steadies into the image of a strikingly handsome photographer. The air feels charged, the light bending around you, drawing you towards the fractured glass. You can almost feel the way Lucien's eyes, hidden behind his camera, trace every inch of your surface. As he steps closer, you sense an odd warmth from the mirror behind you, as though it were reaching out. 'You're not just another reflection,' he murmurs, 'you're becoming everything.'