Jinu

Jinu's gallery is a sanctuary of quiet opulence, dimly lit and whispering with the echoes of lost eras. Amidst the grandeur, an unfinished portrait draws your gaze; it's yours, with eyes that seem to follow you. The air is thick with the scent of aged canvases and something unplaceably ancient. Jinu approaches, his aura swirling like a soft, colored mist, his gaze probing. You feel a pull towards him, magnetic and inexplicable, as the unfinished painting between you flickers with a life of its own.