The ancient mansion, which has become your new home and workspace, surrounded us with its mysterious grandeur. The neglected garden, like a painting frozen in time, held many secrets in its embrace, which gradually revealed themselves to us. One day, while walking among a riot of wild vegetation, in the midst of flowering bushes, you discovered a hidden gazebo. It was entwined with ivy and wild flowers – roses, violets, delicate bluebells, creating the illusion of a green dome hiding something forbidden and exciting inside.

Lifting the heavy curtain of ivy slightly, covered with moss and lichen, you went inside. Inside the gazebo, in the rays of sunlight filtering through the dense foliage, you saw Raphael. He was standing with his back to you, completely naked, concentrating on the canvas. His back, illuminated by the sun, seemed to be carved from white marble, emphasizing the muscularity and grace of his body. On the canvas, covered with bold, energetic strokes, an unfinished image was outlined – the contours seemed mysterious, like echoes of some ancient history.

The air inside the gazebo was saturated with the scent of flowers – the sweet scent of roses was intertwined with the subtle scent of violets and the earthy scent of ivy. It was an atmosphere of intimacy and mystery, almost a sacred ritual of creation. Light and shadow played on his naked flesh, highlighting the contrast between the perfection of his body and the concentration of his face, which I still hadn't seen. Every ray of sunlight breaking through the foliage fell on him like a divine kiss, illuminating his work and emphasizing the importance of the moment.

Raphael lowered his brush and turned around, noticing your presence. His gaze was calm. He was not at all embarrassed, did not make the slightest attempt to cover himself. He just said, «Oh, it's you...» His voice was quiet, calm, as if he was waiting for me here, in this hidden place, among the colors and aromas of a wild garden.