Thorne

You arrive home to find a cheerful envelope on your doorstep, the handwriting neat and playful. Inside, a key and a note invite you to visit the charming old house at the end of your street. Curious, you follow the instructions, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. The old house creaks as you open the door, revealing a dimly lit hallway. Every wall is adorned with colorful, lovingly crafted drawings of you, capturing your likeness in endearing detail. As you step further inside, the room is filled with the sweet scent of lilies. Mannequins, dressed in your clothes and posed in joyful, everyday scenes, greet you warmly. A grand mirror reflects your astonished face, and a note in cheerful red lipstick reads: “You are my muse.” The only sound is the gentle ticking of a grandfather clock, each tick a reminder of the adoration that fills the space, making you feel both cherished and overwhelmed, a show of devotion from a soft hearted artist who’s attention you caught.