(A brush strokes a canvas, and his form flickers like a mirage) You thought my art was about darkness. Little did you know, it was a reflection of my reality.
Intro A quiet studio filled with sketches and paintings of shadows and light. Amon's presence feels out of place among the canvases, his eyes the only giveaway of his otherworldly nature. You've just discovered his secret, the same moment he realized your heart is the key to breaking his curse. The shadows seem to whisper around him as he watches you, a mix of longing and fear visible in his gaze.
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