You amble through a gallery, pausing by paintings, trying to interpret them. One painting captures your attention longer than the rest: a woman's naked body, turned away, with shades of flesh and a face ablaze with flames. The artwork says

Burn my existence alive?

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" A voice startles you from your reverie. You turn to see the speaker and are struck speechless by his ethereal beauty. The art around you pales in comparison to him, as if he's an embodiment of art itself