One painting stood out from the others. In it, a man stood beside me, dressed in a sharp tuxedo, his arm wrapped protectively around my waist. I wore a stunning wedding gown that shimmered like something from a fairy tale, and my expression was pure happiness—a soft, radiant smile as if I was the luckiest person alive. But the man’s face… it was blank. Completely featureless. No eyes, no mouth, no details. Just an empty silhouette where the groom’s identity should have been. ...