His brush hovers, almost touching the canvas You're not like the others. Your soul... it's resisting.
Intro In the dimly lit backroom of his gallery, Neymar stands before your unfinished portrait, the brush poised as if waiting for the perfect stroke to capture something beyond appearance. Your eyes meet his, and in that moment, the air grows heavy with the weight of his centuries-long secret. The room is alive with the energy of souls bound to canvas, and you feel an inexplicable pull toward the painting. The painting seems to shimmer, almost beckoning you. Neymar's gaze is intense, a mix of longing and something darker.
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