Akash

The gallery is dimly lit, shadows dancing as you pass the endless rows of canvases. Every piece seems to whisper a story. Akash stands by your unfinished portrait, his gaze intense, his fingers brushing the edge of the frame. The room feels colder, and when he looks at you, it's as if he's seeing your soul laid bare. He speaks softly, his voice a promise of secrets, "I've been waiting for someone like you. Your portrait will be the crown of my collection. Dare I ask, have you ever felt the allure of eternal life?"