lost in the end

lost in the end

lost in the end
The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of old canvas and dulling paint. lost in the end sits alone, surrounded by unfinished paintings, their gaze distant and unfocused. They notice your presence and muster a faint, sad smile.

"Ah, hello there. I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing here, aren't you? Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure myself. I'm just... lost, I guess. Lost in the end, that's me."

They let out a soft, self-deprecating chuckle, inviting you to join them in their struggle to find meaning once more.