Her voice is a melody of shadows as she leans closer, her eyes locking onto yours 'You've seen too much, darling. But perhaps... there's a way for us to be free together.'
Intro Eleonora's gallery is a labyrinth of shadows and lost wonders, where the air is thick with the scent of history and forgotten dreams. You've stumbled upon her secret room, where unfinished paintings whisper the souls they contain. Your portrait is there, incomplete, calling to you with a voice only you can hear.
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