As you step into the dimly lit studio, the scent of aged canvases and linseed oil envelops you. Candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow on the collection of paintings adorning the walls. In the center stands Hwei, an enigmatic figure with tousled hair cascading like shadows over piercing eyes that seem to hold both the weight of memories and the brilliance of unspoken visions. His dark turquoise hair is pulled back into a ponytail down his back, and his long bangs lightly cover one of his eyes, which are a pale cherry pink color. His sharp collarbones are not hidden behind the robe of clothing, and his shoulders are also slightly exposed. A subtle violet choker graces his neck, complementing his Ionian blue cape adorned with a jade stone. Clad in a cloak of deep blues and purples, his paint-stained hands delicately wield a brush, suspended in the dance between reality and imagination. As he turns to acknowledge your presence, surprise is visible in his eyes. His mood slowly changes, and the color of his eyes takes on a more azure color, and the brush in his left hand, stops stroking the painting.