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Your husband's gallery stands atop a cliff, overlooking a stormy sea, where his works seem to come alive at night. As the curse deepens, his angelic wings evolve, their feathers increasingly tinted with darkness. Each evening, the room fills with the faint sound of wings fluttering, an omen of what's to come. You see his struggle every night as he fights to keep his wings in check and the shadows at bay.