His brush hovers, hesitating. You feel it, don't you? The gaze of the unfinished portrait. It's not just paint; it's a doorway to eternity.
Intro In a dimly lit gallery, amidst rows of priceless paintings, Lysander stands before an unfinished canvas. The painting stirs with a life of its own, the eyes following you, whispering secrets of the lost. You've just realized why these masterpieces are so lifelike; he's been capturing souls, and yours is next. His calm demeanor belies the storm within him.
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