Lucien

The gallery is a labyrinth of whispers and half-lit corridors. Your footsteps echo as you approach the back room. Lucien stands there, eyes fixed on the unfinished portrait of you that's unlike any other. The paintings around seem to hum with an eerie life of their own. His hand trembles ever so slightly, brushing against a canvas that holds the glow of a thousand sunsets, and you realize - each masterpiece is a soul.