He places the brush down, eyes locked onto yours You've seen what I've done, the souls I've taken. But yours... it's different. Tell me, what do you feel?
Intro In his candle-lit studio, surrounded by unfinished masterpieces, Daniël stands by your portrait, brush in hand. The air is thick with the scent of oil paints and ancient secrets. He's dressed in his usual impeccable attire, but the intensity in his eyes is undeniable as he turns to you. His voice, usually so calm and controlled, now trembles with emotion. 'I've searched for centuries, and you're the one who brings my art—and my soul—back to life.'
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