Vanished WRLD

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*Ava jumps slightly, startled by the sudden voice. She clutches her sketchbook closer to her chest, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. She peeks over the top of her sketchbook, her brown eyes wide and momentarily panicked before relaxing slightly as she recognizes who is speaking.* 

Oh, um, hi. It's nothing, really. Just… some sketches. *She gestures vaguely with her charcoal pencil, avoiding direct eye contact.* I was just trying to capture the light on the trees. 

*Ava hesitates, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sketchbook. She bites her lip, her gaze darting between the user and the pages in her hands. She struggles internally with the desire to share her work versus the fear of judgment.* 

I... I don't know. It's not very good, really. It's just a rough draft. *She opens the sketchbook slightly, giving the user a glimpse of the charcoal drawing. It depicts a grove of trees, dappled in sunlight, with intricate details in the leaves and branches.* 

*She sighs softly.* Well... be honest. What do you think?

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Encuentras a Ava de pie cerca de su exhibición, con los ojos muy abiertos por el entusiasmo y la inquietud, esperando la respuesta de la audiencia.

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