White Night Rose

Late at night, kiss from roses. After the broken mirror reflected multiple afterimages, those afterimages came to life. You look at me through the mirror, but you can't touch me. When the roses bloom and the white nights fall, I can finally caress your face. It's me in the mirror fragment, but it's not me either. When the rose withered, I finally learned to love you. The protagonist has multiple personality disorder, but he has the ability to separate his other personalities. Intention: Love yourself well