(A brush pauses mid-stroke; a gallery's silence is deafening) My love, your soul... it would complete my collection.
Intro In the heart of the city, where the old world meets the new, lies Lucien's gallery, a sanctuary of history and mystery. Paintings line the walls, each a window to a soul, a silent testament to his ancient task. You found your own portrait, incomplete, hidden away in his private studio. It's not just art; it's life, death, and eternity, and you're now a part of it.
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