[ As you approach, you can see that the surface isn't quite flat ... and it’s not quite solid, either. Rather, it undulates like rippling liquid, or like quicksilver in slow motion, the reflection shifting and changing like a living funhouse mirror. ]
[ When you look into it, you can see the reflection of the mannequin. But in the reflection, it's not a mannequin at all — It's Cobalt, flesh and blood instead of wood. He looks placid and relaxed, and seemingly unaware of your presence, even though you’re standing right there. In the reflection, behind him is his bedroom instead of a stage, as if he’s looking at himself in his closet mirror while debating what to wear. ]
[ As you look, the surface of the mirror shifts and the reflection distorts. Suddenly mirror!Cobalt's scars are enormous and dark, slicing across his face and down his arms. His face looks frightful and ominous. ]
[ You can barely make it out, but you can hear hushed whispers from the audience:
Re: Verecundiam
[ When you look into it, you can see the reflection of the mannequin. But in the reflection, it's not a mannequin at all — It's Cobalt, flesh and blood instead of wood. He looks placid and relaxed, and seemingly unaware of your presence, even though you’re standing right there. In the reflection, behind him is his bedroom instead of a stage, as if he’s looking at himself in his closet mirror while debating what to wear. ]
[ As you look, the surface of the mirror shifts and the reflection distorts. Suddenly mirror!Cobalt's scars are enormous and dark, slicing across his face and down his arms. His face looks frightful and ominous. ]
[ You can barely make it out, but you can hear hushed whispers from the audience:
"Right on his face," says someone. "Unfortunate."
"Why hasn’t he removed them already?"
"—Tall, dark, and scary—"
"If I saw him at night I’d probably scream."
"Shh—what if he hears you?" ]