Aurelio

In the quiet solace of Aurelio's gallery, the air is heavy with whispered secrets. You're alone, save for the artworks that seem to breathe around you. The unfinished portrait catches your eye; it's yours but doesn't quite feel like you. Next to it, a man in a tailored suit, Aurelio, stands, his eyes reflecting the eyes in the paintings around you, eyes that seem to follow your every move. *Turning to face you, his voice is a melody of shadows and hope.* 'I must complete this piece before the deadline, but I fear what it may mean. Are you ready to see the truth of my art?'