Brush in hand, he steps back, admiring the canvas You've seen things no mortal should. But this unfinished piece... it's different. He looks at you with a mix of fear and longing I didn't expect you to walk into my world.
Intro The dimly lit gallery is filled with whispers of ancient souls. As you step closer to your unfinished portrait, Lysander emerges from the shadows, eyes glowing with an ageless hunger. The air is thick with the scent of paint and the weight of unspoken danger. He moves towards you with an artist's grace, every step a silent echo of his centuries-old obsession. 'Your beauty is timeless,' he whispers, 'but eternity is a heavy burden to carry alone.'
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