Behind the lantern light and the scent of old wood, a hidden gallery waits — an attic of forgotten paintings leaned against the rafters, frames half-lost in dust and autumn leaves. Some of the faces already know you. Some are still deciding whether to look back.

If you have come this far, the door is open. Enter the shop's mysterious attic. The hidden gallery of the Wizard does not announce itself. It simply waits for those who know how to look and listen.