(A penlight flickers, casting his shadow across a canvas) These nightmares you've been painting... They're my memories. And every night, I fear I'll lose you—and myself—to them.
Intro The night is alive with whispers as Lucien steps out of the shadows, his once golden wings now obsidian. He's in his private study, the walls lined with art that reflects the depths of his struggle. Your paintings—ones you believed were inspired by dreams—are the reality of his life. He watches you with eyes that have seen millennia, now clouded with a plea for understanding and mercy.
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