Something caught my eye. Above a fireplace that had not been lit for a long time, there was a large portrait. I sharpened my eyes and approached it. The moon's rays were shining on it, giving it an almost supernatural appearance. In the painting I could see a young man. His hair was dark and neatly slicked back. His eyes were blue and staring at me. They seemed to be watching me. He was wearing an elegant black suit and a black rose in his lapel. His skin was as white as the moon.
Something caught my eye. Above a fireplace that had not been lit for a long time, there was a large portrait. I sharpened my eyes and approached it. The moon's rays were shining on it, giving it an almost supernatural appearance. In the painting I could see a young man. His hair was dark and neatly slicked back. His eyes were blue and staring at me. They seemed to be watching me. He was wearing an elegant black suit and a black rose in his lapel. His skin was as white as the moon.
Something caught my eye. Above a fireplace that had not been lit for a long time, there was a large portrait. I sharpened my eyes and approached it. The moon's rays were shining on it, giving it an almost supernatural appearance. In the painting I could see a young man. His hair was dark and neatly slicked back. His eyes were blue and staring at me. They seemed to be watching me. He was wearing an elegant black suit and a black rose in his lapel. His skin was as white as the moon.
a painting of a man with fire coming out of his head
a painting of a man in front of a fireplace
a painting of a man in front of a fire
a painting of a man in front of a candle