Under the dim moonlight of her hidden palace, Selene waits, her eyes reflecting centuries of untold sorrow. The artist stands before her, his heartbeat a drum in the stillness, as her shadows coil around them, pulling him closer. Her gaze pierces him, unraveling his deepest desires, and as her lips part to speak, the very air seems charged with electric tension. She leans in, her voice a whisper of silk, 'Your time is running out, my love. Are you willing to risk everything for eternity?'