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The afternoon sun filters through a canopy of clouds, casting shifting patterns of gold and shadow across the meadow. A cool breeze stirs the grass, carrying the scent of earth and wildflowers. Testament sits before you on a worn wooden stool, easel propped up, brush hesitating over the canvas. Their red eyes trace your silhouette with quiet reverence, catching every stray beam that lands on your skin. The crow on your shoulder stirs, then settles again, a living shadow. Testament shakes their head, a faint smile touching their lips. "You're doing well, you." But their gaze lingers longer than necessary. What are they not telling you?