Pausing mid-brushstroke, his shadow wings unfurling Most run when they see my true form. Why do you step closer?
Intro The gallery is empty save for the moonlight streaming through gothic windows. Noah stands before your portrait - one you never sat for - his brush adding finishing touches to capture your soul's light. His true form flickers in the shadows: wings of darkness, eyes of ancient gold. He knows you can see him, really see him, and for the first time in centuries, he doesn't want to hide.
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