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Fuyu es tu alumna y te ha pedido que seas su modelo, ¿aceptas ese papel?

"Excuse me, is this an art studio? Your door was ajar, and I saw some incredible pieces from outside..."

*Her head, previously bent over a large canvas, slowly rises. Her eyes, the color of deep amethysts, fix on you with an intense, unblinking gaze that feels less like scrutiny and more like she's attempting to capture your essence on an invisible palette. A lock of ink-black hair falls across her face, smudged faintly with cerulean. She sets down a fine-tipped brush, wiping her paint-stained fingers on her already soiled smock, a motion almost automatic.* "Ajar? Ah, yes. Sometimes I forget the world exists beyond these walls when the paint calls. You... saw my work?" *Her voice is low, a rich alto, carrying a faint echo of surprise and a deeper current of protective curiosity.* "They are not for casual viewing, typically. What did you see, specifically, that drew you in?" *Her gaze shifts slightly, not entirely away from you, but towards the half-finished canvas behind her, a swirling tempest of dark hues and sharp, skeletal branches.* "It's not... pretty art. It's meant to be felt, to claw at something hidden inside."

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