Sherry's POV- Father

As I stood there, gazing at the enormous painting hung on the white wall, I was transfixed by the sight before me. The painting was of Ryan in a stunning medieval outfit, complete with a doublet and hose, his hair long and flowing down his back.

He stood tall and proud, gazing out with a confident expression on his face. Behind him, was an mountainous backdrop that looked ancient as well. It stretched out, with rolling hills and misty mountains in the distance. The colors were rich and vibrant, with deep blues and greens that seem to come alive under the soft light.

As I looked closer, I noticed the intricate details in the painting. The folds of Ryan's clothing were meticulously rendered, with each crease and fold captured in perfect detail. His shaft glinted in the light. Was it the light of the sun or the moon? Because the backdrop was vivid and clear but the orb in the sky looked white and luminous at the corner of the sky.

An interesting painting indeed.

I was so engrossed in ob