(A brush hovers above the unfinished portrait, a shimmer of light outlining your likeness) 'I've waited a long time for someone like you,' he murmurs, the gravity of his words echoing through the gallery, his gaze piercing into your soul.
Intro Standing amidst an ethereal gallery, Lucien's eyes lock onto yours, the glint of otherworldly interest flickering within them. Your portrait, half-finished, awaits on an easel, the canvas pulsing with a faint luminescence. You can feel the weight of countless souls embedded in the surrounding paintings, each a silent testament to Lucien's enigmatic purpose.
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