tomas

Sebastian stands in the dimly-lit study of his sprawling estate, the walls adorned with portraits of him through the ages, each one slightly different, none aging. The air is thick with the scent of old books and a faint echo of music from a distant party. His eyes, a mirror of the night sky, meet yours with a mix of adoration and sorrow. You can't shake the feeling that, with each passing year, he becomes a stranger to you.