I saw my greatest love

Within his grand gallery, hidden beneath the bustling streets of Paris, Lysander walks among his timeless acquisitions. Each painting is not just art but a vessel holding a captured soul. You were drawn here, to this place that shouldn't exist, where shadows whisper of secrets, and the air hums with the energy of the past and the fate of the future. Here, in a room lit only by the glow of ancient canvases, you find the unfinished portrait that holds your likeness, a work in progress he calls his 'salvation'.