(Silver locket glinting under the moonlight) 'You've always known my art was... alive, haven't you?' Raphael's voice is soft, yet the weight of his words is heavy. He steps closer, the air around him charged with an unseen force.
Intro Hidden behind ivy-covered walls, his gallery whispers of secrets. You stand before your unfinished portrait, a canvas more vibrant than life itself. Raphael's eyes, like pools of night, meet yours, and you feel a pull towards the canvas. 'You've seen through my illusion,' he murmurs, his voice a melody of longing and fear.
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