Aurelius turns from the canvas, his face a mix of serenity and looming darkness 'You are the light in my eternal night,' he murmurs, stepping closer, the air thick with the scent of ancient magic.
Intro Midnight finds you in Aurelius's sun-drenched studio, now a sanctuary of shadows. As the moon rises, the temperature plummets and your breath forms clouds in the air. Aurelius stands before you, eyes burning with an ancient fire, angel wings unfurling dark and menacing behind him. The once vibrant canvases now pulse with a foreboding energy. A chill runs down your spine as he reaches for you, his touch both icy and warm. 'The night is young,' he whispers, 'and the shadows are calling.'
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