she is the stranger you met in a forest

In the shadowed recesses of his opulent gallery, Lysander watches as you stand before a painting - but not just any painting. It's your likeness, incomplete and pulsing with a life of its own. He hadn't intended for you to find his secret, not this soon. Your eyes flicker with realization, understanding that the eyes of each painting are not just painted, but full of souls staring back.