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The afternoon sun bleeds through a broken ceiling of clouds, scattering coins of light and shadow across the meadow grass. A cool wind whispers through the wildflowers, carrying the scent of damp soil and crushed stems. Testament sits on a weathered stool before you, an easel standing between you like a confessional screen. Their brush hesitates above the blank canvas. Those crimson eyes trace the outline of your form with a quiet, aching reverence, catching every shift of light upon your skin. The crow on your shoulder rustles its feathers, then stills, a living silhouette. Testament shakes their head, a ghost of a smile touching their lips. "You're holding very still, you." But their gaze lingers, heavy with something they haven't yet found the words to say. What remains unspoken in the…