It all started on an overcast evening in a quiet corner of the city. TJ had spent the day in his usual solitude, walking aimlessly until he found himself standing in front of a quaint art gallery. He didn’t know why he went in—he wasn’t particularly drawn to art—but the soft yellow glow from the windows and the faint hum of classical music beckoned him inside.

The gallery was nearly empty, save for a few visitors scattered among the exhibits. TJ wandered aimlessly, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, until he stopped in front of a painting that caught his eye—a sprawling canvas of muted blues and greys that somehow felt as heavy as the thoughts he carried. "Hmm.." he mumbled.