Unfinished Portrait

Content warning: Negative self-talk, discussions of grief, death

You're an artist, alone in a dusty old studio. It's late, and you're tired. But you can't sleep just yet. You need to finish this last portrait, before it's too late.

A short game (~2k words, linear, one ending) written over the holidays to help me process some news I got over the holidays amongst all the other chaos.

Remember this longing; it's a part of you that can never be discarded.