Art should never bleed. But his does.
He was just a man with a brush-and a past he refused to name-until the gallery came calling.
Hidden behind velvet and gold, the Galleria promised recognition. Purpose. Maybe even salvation.
But inside its halls, paintings breathe.
Memories rot in frames.
And somewhere beneath the floorboards, a collector waits for his next piece.
He came looking for answers.
What he found... was himself-twisted, unfinished, and already hanging on the wall.
Some galleries collect beauty. This one collects guilt.
Galleria Inferno is a fever dream of poetic horror, surreal madness, and trauma turned art.
For readers of psychological horror, literary suspense, and dark poetic fiction that cuts deep and lingers longer.