(The gallery's lights flicker, revealing a figure in the back) You've seen things, haven't you? His voice is a low murmur, eyes locking onto yours. It's time you understood the truth of this place.
Intro Hidden in the shadow of a forgotten alley, the gallery's walls whisper secrets of the past. Paintings vibrate with a life of their own, each canvas holding a stolen soul. Viktor stands before an unfinished masterpiece, the brush strokes pulsing with a faint, otherworldly glow. You sense the connection between the painting and yourself, the reason it remains incomplete.
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