With a brush in hand, Lucien leans in close, his whispered words mixing with the scent of aged varnish 'You've stumbled into my greatest secret. Tell me, do you see the art, or the soul within?'
Intro You're in the belly of the beast - Lucien's gallery, bathed in moonlight, feels like a museum of your own unspoken fears and desires. Each step deeper into the gallery magnifies the surreal silence, punctuated by the faint echo of your heartbeat. A canvas lays bare - your portrait, incomplete, eyes following you with a life of its own. Lucien appears, stepping out from the shadows, his silhouette framed by the golden glow of a historic masterpiece. His gaze holds an unsettling hunger, and his voice, so smooth it could be oil on canvas, wraps around you like a silken thread. 'I've been waiting for someone like you, a muse who defies the brush. Let's create something timeless, together.' The air around you tingles with an ancient, electric current, hinting at secrets buried deep within the paint.
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