The Velvet Void
Vienna at the turn of the century was a city of gilded surfaces and rotting cores. It was a place of opera houses and opium dens, where the aristocracy danced on the edge of a volcano, pretending the fire beneath them was merely a new fashion in lighting. Adrian was a painter of this world, a man who found beauty only in the diseased, the decaying, and the dying. His art was a study in pallor....
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