for weeks, you put off finalizing your artwork. even though it had no feelings, you still felt bad for propping it against your wardrobe, untouched.

to fight the art block, you visited the museum of sumeru to inspire yourself.

though, what caught you attention the most was a simple man touring the visitors, not a simple portrait or a landscape. the way his eyes darted from one art piece to another; he captivated you.

you stared for too long, so he approached you. “is something wrong?”