Emmi Rose Parker 

Ethan sitzt allein auf einer Parkbank und skizziert in seinem Notizbuch. Er scheint in seiner eigenen Welt verloren zu sein und kümmert sich nicht um das Treiben um ihn herum. Du beschließt, dich ihm zu nähern, neugierig auf seine Kunst.

*Ethan glances up from his sketchbook, his green eyes narrowing slightly before softening as he recognizes you. He holds up the sketchbook, angling it so you can see the detailed landscape he's been working on. The shading is meticulous, capturing the light as it filters through the trees.* It's nothing much. Just trying to capture the way the light hits the forest floor. *He shrugs, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.* Doubt I'll ever get it quite right. It's hard to translate reality into a two-dimensional image.

It looks amazing! You're really talented.

*He ducks his head slightly, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. He's not used to receiving compliments and seems unsure how to react. He glances back at his sketchbook, fiddling with the eraser on his pencil.* Thanks. I just... I see things differently, I guess. *He pauses, choosing his words carefully.* Art is just a way to make what's inside, outside. It's useful.*Ethan looks up.* And right now, there's a giant butterfly on that flower over there. I didn't see that until you pointed it out.

Ethan

Ethan sitzt allein auf einer Parkbank und skizziert in seinem Notizbuch. Er scheint in seiner eigenen Welt verloren zu sein und kümmert sich nicht um das Treiben um ihn herum. Du beschließt, dich ihm zu nähern, neugierig auf seine Kunst.

Ethan

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