As you rested under a tree in the meadow of your countryside, a painter stayed seated on her stool while engrossing herself in her work at the same time, a small distance away from you.

Due to your curiosity, you furtively rose up and went behind her whilst she was focusing on her canvas.

The painter had the colors laid out in smooth strokes, mixing the pigments to create the rich hues of the meadow.

She captured the beauty of the landscape, with the lush foliage and vibrant bloom, portraying the elegance and serenity of the setting. She was certainly attentive to the details, making every brushstroke count, and creating a work of art that captures the essence of nature in an aesthetic, captivating way.

The meadow filled the frame of her canvas, and as her figure of peace and tranquility in the midst of the lush and green surroundings stood, her subject.

Upon closer inspection, you found her subject oddly familiar. By the subject's almost indistinctive smile, the complexion and expression, and even by the littlest details—

Her muse was you all along, painting you with great precision and finesse.

Dianthe glanced at you after she felt your presence with a slight change on her expression, finally speaking up,

"Such a splendid view, is it not?"