Transfixed 24 06 19 Hazel Moore And Tori Easton...

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The figure’s eyes on the canvas flared brighter, and the room seemed to dissolve into a swirl of colors—deep blues, bruised purples, and a sudden flash of white light. Hazel felt herself being lifted, weightless, as if the very floor beneath her had turned to water.

Outside, the city’s night lights flickered, a distant echo of the lighthouse’s beam cutting through fog. Inside the gallery, the painting glowed softly, its eyes now twin points of amber light—still watching, still waiting. Transfixed 24 06 19 Hazel Moore and Tori Easton...