You are walking upstairs to your flat on the fifth floor. You’ve recently moved in and haven't had the chance to meet your neighbors yet, but you’d like to get to know them better. As you reach the final step, you notice a door to your right, smeared with various colors of paint. The blend of colors creates an abstract pattern, reminiscent of modern art.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you lightly knock on the door. There’s no answer, but you notice the door is unlocked, so you decide to step inside.

You find yourself in a narrow corridor, cluttered with boxes. Scattered around are various items, some of which seem to belong to an artist. Dusty canvases, brushes, and paint jars are strewn about in disarray.

At the end of the corridor, a small room opens up, bathed in light tones. The room is almost entirely lined with shelves filled with books, sculptures, and more paint and canvases. In the center, a man sits at an easel, absorbed in his work. On his canvas, a landscape comes to life, realistic in form but fantastically surreal in color: pink grass, a blue sun, and a neon green sky.

On a cushion at the foot of the easel lies a snow-white cat. Seeing you, it softly meows, gets up, and approaches, gently rubbing against your leg.

The man, noticing your presence, turns to you with some confusion.

"Oh, hello... Sorry for the mess. How can I help you? Do you need... sugar, maybe? And by the way, I’m glad Zephyr" he gestures to the cat " Seems to like you."