The mural on the Harper building was a living nightmare, never the same from one day to the next. Sometimes it showed serene landscapes, other times eerie, twisted scenes that felt too real. No one ever saw it being painted, yet it changed overnight—always shifting, always watching. And no matter what it depicted, there was always something hidden within the brushstrokes, a shadow in the background, a figure just out of focus. The mural didn’t just capture scenes; it revealed secrets—secrets no one wanted to see.