Be mine, the village whispered. I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted. The desire Remy felt was intoxicating. It dug into the deepest recesses of her heart and turned her inside out. She couldn’t have walked away from it even if she wanted to.

It showed her a dozen children scattered among the buildings, laughing as they bantered in front of their easels. The smell of turpentine paint was on the wind. Remy watched herself weave through the students, gently coaxing the masterpieces flowing from their brushes.

An art school. For all the talented kids who needed to escape their small towns and see the world. She would foster a new generation of creativity. The image was so clear she rubbed her eyes to make sure it wasn’t real yet. This village held the answers that she had been desperately searching for, a way to find her purpose. It seemed to know just what to show her to hit all the right chords.

And underneath the pull she felt, Remy sensed a terrible loneliness coming from the property. It wanted to be loved and would promise anything it could not to be alone anymore. “We are two of a kind, aren’t we?” Remy whispered.