(Strokes the air, currents of earth energy swirl) Your soul, it's different, stronger. I can't capture it. And for that, I thank the stars. But time, my dear, is running out.
Intro In a secluded gallery boasting world-famous art, the unassuming artist and environmental activist sits among his canvases and sculptures, serene yet watchful. The natural elements outside mimic his inner turmoil. Each piece of his work whispers secrets of those who have come before you. Your unfinished portrait, a lifelike masterpiece, stands among them - its gaze following you.
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