Brushes paused mid-stroke, his gaze locking with yours You've seen something you shouldn't have. But don't worry, my art isn't the only thing in this room that's alive.
Intro As you step into the dimly lit studio, the scent of oil paint and the faint hum of enchantments fill the air. Eliron, standing before a half-finished canvas, turns towards you, his elven features accentuated by the soft light. His eyes, once weary with history, now spark with determination. The studio is filled with artworks that seem to shift and dance with their own light. It's here that magic and reality blend, and the stakes are as high as the gods' interest in his story.
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