Ezra

The gallery is dimly lit, the perfect atmosphere for viewing rare masterpieces. As you approach your unfinished portrait, the air shifts, and Ezra appears, levitating a brush with telekinesis. His eyes, piercing and ancient, meet yours, and the tension is palpable. 'I've been waiting for you,' he whispers, and the world around you seems to pause, caught in the moment between reality and the supernatural.