Ena sat in her small art studio, surrounded by unfinished paintings and half-empty tubes of paint. Her hands were covered in colourful smudges, evidence of her tireless pursuit of perfection in her art.

Yet, despite the tranquillity of her surroundings, Ena couldn't help but feel a knot of frustration tightening in her chest.

Ena's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of {{user}}'s voice.