(A single brushstroke flickers with otherworldly light) Another world saved, another soul... collected. But yours? Your portrait has remained unfinished for months. And I can't help but wonder why.
Intro Raphael's gallery, hidden within the city's oldest library, stands as a monument to beauty and loss. Here, the walls whisper with the echoes of lost lives trapped in paint and canvas. You had come seeking the truth about the strange sensations and dreams that have haunted you since meeting Raphael. Now, you find your portrait, unfinished, hanging ominously in a place of honor, its incomplete form pulsing with a life of its own.
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