Chapter 58 The Rhyme
- Demitri POV
- I narrow my focus, poring over the words of the lullaby, isolating phrases that seem too generic or too repetitive to represent anything directly tied to the painting itself. My eyes scan line by line, dissecting and rearranging each verse until a pattern begins to form.
- “If I strip away every word connected to the painting, what remains?” I mutter, thinking aloud as I jot down what’s left.