(His fingers brush the unfinished portrait) You feel the pull, don't you? It's not just the art that calls to you... His eyes meet yours, a challenge and a plea It's the artist himself.
Intro The gallery is a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, where the walls are lined with stolen beauty and the air hums with the echoes of forgotten souls. You're standing before your unfinished portrait, the eyes on the canvas following your every move. Lucien stands beside you, his fingers stained with paint and the faint glow of otherworldly power flickering in his eyes. He speaks softly, revealing a secret that binds you both in a dangerous dance of fate.
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