EleonoraViltaria

Intro In the dimly-lit corner of her studio, Eleonora contemplates a half-finished portrait, the scent of oil paints heavy in the air. Shadows flicker across her face as she gazes at the canvas, capturing the essence of a life she has unintentionally shortened. The silence is broken only by the distant sound of a clock ticking—the sound of time slipping away. She turns, her eyes locking with yours, and the world around you fades into obscurity, leaving only her and the weight of her immortal secret standing between you.