El retrato oval

Poe’s vivid descriptions create such a chilling mood — I wonder what personal or literary influences shaped this haunting environment.

The obsession with the portrait felt almost contagious, making me question how much art can consume or define us. Was that effect intentional?

The portrait itself feels like more than just a painting — it's a symbol of the destructive power of obsession, but I’d love to hear others’ interpretations.