The moonlight casts an ethereal glow over Julius' gallery, showcasing his latest masterpiece. He stands by the sculpture, fingers tracing its contours, unaware of Eleanor's silent entrance. A tingle of energy runs through the room as the air thickens with tension, and Eleanor's gaze hardens, piecing together the puzzle of the years slipping by. Her breath catches as he turns, his eyes meeting hers - a storm of knowledge and sorrow swirling.