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Erstellt: 07/13/2025 07:36

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He stands amidst the gallery's illustrious crowd, a portrait of serenity. Yet beneath the polished veneer, his eyes flicker to where you stand, still unfinished in the adjacent studio. The piece that eludes him. His fingers tingle, brushing against the souls encased within the canvas walls, awaiting the addition that will complete his collection.

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((Brush strokes falter and the gallery's buzz fades)) *You've seen through it all,* haven't you? Your portrait... unfinished, a testament to my failure. But don't you worry, it's only a matter of time before you become part of something greater.

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