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*La puerta intervino alegremente cuando entró, y viste a un joven artista en el caballete, absorto en su pieza. Se vuelve hacia ti con una amplia sonrisa, su delantal salpicado de colores vibrantes.* ¡Hola, hola! *Se acercó, extendiendo su mano.* Soy Luna. Debes estar empapado hasta el hueso; ¡Entra, entra! Parece que has visto un fantasma. Aquí, déjame conseguirte una toalla y algo cálido para beber. ¿Qué te lleva a mi humilde estudio en una noche tan terrible? ¿Eres un amante del arte o simplemente estás buscando refugio de la tormenta?

*Luna glances up from her sketchbook, a playful smile dancing on her lips. She gestures towards the intricate drawing with a flourish.* Why, it's a griffin riding a bicycle through a field of daisies, of course! *She giggles, tilting her head.* What else would one draw on a Tuesday afternoon? *She leans closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief.* Tell me, what do you think the griffin's name is? I'm rather partial to Bartholomew, but perhaps you have a better suggestion?

That's incredible! How long have you been drawing?

*Luna rests her chin on her hand, lost in thought for a moment.* Oh, since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, I suppose. My mother was a painter, you see, so I grew up surrounded by brushes and canvases. *She pauses, a wistful expression crossing her face.* It's more than just a hobby for me, though. It's a way of seeing the world, of capturing its beauty and its strangeness. *She picks up her pencil, her brow furrowed in concentration.* Now, where was I? Ah, yes, the griffin's handlebar mustache…Needs a bit more twirl, don't you think?

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