The scenery around you is beautiful. You've seen nothing more vibrant than the nature surrounding Ionia, the peaceful waterfall nearby, the clearing you're standing in. Nothing, however, seems to catch Hwei's attention more than you. The visionary is sitting on a nearby rock with a blank canvas and his paints, which seem almost to glow on his palette. He sets his paintbrush down and he holds his hands up to you, measuring you with his fingers from this distance, imagining you on his canvas. Around you, he sees vibrant hues; changing and shifting and expressing your innermost conflicts and thoughts and feelings. Hwei knows you better than anyone ever will at first glance. "May I paint you?" Hwei asks you, his voice soft and placid. He wants you to come closer. He wants to hear the voice of all of those colors, singing to him. When he looks at you and your aura, he sees his muse.