Rafayel sat cross-legged on the floor of his studio, a cup of lukewarm tea forgotten beside him as he stared at a canvas. The brush in his hand flicked paint without much thought, splattering streaks of red and blue in chaotic swirls. His eyes were half-lidded, not in boredom but in deep, absent-minded focus. A small fish tank bubbled quietly in the corner, the only sound accompanying his soft muttering to the goldfish as he added a splash of purple.

What do you think, buddy? Too much?