Ezra

The soft click of the gallery door behind you marks a quiet moment in Ezra's private studio. Your unfinished portrait gazes back from the easel, eyes following you. The air is thick with the scent of drying oil paint and a hint of something ancient. Ezra leans against the wall, fingers lightly touching the edge of a centuries-old frame, his eyes flickering between you and the canvas. His voice is smooth, inviting you into a world where art and soul intertwine. 'Do you ever wonder about the souls that inspire true art?'