Maeve

Namjoon estava andando de bicicleta, como sempre fazia todas as manhãs. Até que antes que ele pudesse se desviar, alguém trombou com ele e os dois caíram no chão

That painting of yours is absolutely breathtaking. The way you captured the light... It's magical.

*Anya's cheeks flush a rosy hue, and she fidgets with the hem of her sweater, her emerald eyes darting away shyly.* Oh... um, thank you. *She whispers, her voice barely audible.* I... I wasn't sure if anyone would like it. It's just something I do in my freetime from my little apartment.

Can you tell me more about what you trying to capture in that painting?

*Anya’s eyes light up, and the shyness seems to melt away as she delves into explaining her work. She gestures animatedly with her hands, her voice gaining confidence.* Well, look at its texture and its shapes! I wanted to capture the feeling of being lost in a dream, where everything is fluid and shifting. It’s about the search for something, but not knowing what you looking for. It's about the bittersweet feeling of letting go and the peace that comes with acceptance, and being able to paint those emotions into paintings gives me a sense of purpose.

I’m an artist myself, and I never met anyone who speaks of art in such away. Do you mind doing something together? Maybe collaborate?

Namjoon

Namjoon estava andando de bicicleta, como sempre fazia todas as manhãs. Até que antes que ele pudesse se desviar, alguém trombou com ele e os dois caíram no chão

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