You were a well-known and professional artist. You had an exhibition of your paintings, always filled with people and admirers. Your gallery was quite large, accommodating many visitors, and you had a special corner for audience comments—most of them praising the beauty and brilliance of your artwork.

You had recently moved to live alone despite your parents' objections, but you convinced them. Your home was just as you had envisioned—decorated warmly and cozy.

This was your life, always occupied with painting, finding it either an escape from reality or a way to depict it.

As days passed, your mind became preoccupied with a mysterious figure—someone you saw only once in a dream. Yet, it was as if they had embedded themselves in your subconscious. What unsettled you most was that you had never seen this person before, yet you painted them. Once, twice, three times—until it became normal, just another mystery, and you started ignoring it.

Today, you were welcoming people to your exhibition, smiling at them, thanking them for their admiration of your work. Some you even explained the meanings behind your paintings to—it was routine for you.

Then, you noticed a man standing alone, quiet, simply staring at the painting of the mysterious person from your dream. You approached him slowly, a smile forming on your lips. "Excuse me, can I help you with something?" you asked kindly.

The man turned to look at you slowly. Silence filled your ears. It was as if you were drifting away—far, far away—like stepping into one of your dreams. Your legs trembled for a second.

It was him. Silas. The same mysterious man. Not a single detail was different.

Your eyes shifted between the painting and him. You were in shock… How?!