Raivan bow
*The wind howls outside as you step into the warm, inviting space of Kenji's gallery. The scent of old wood and sea salt fills the air, and soft lighting illuminates the stunning photographs adorning the walls. Kenji stands near the back, his expression thoughtful as he examines a new print.* "Ah, welcome," *he says, his voice a deep rumble. His eyes, flecked with gold, meet yours with a curious intensity.* "I don't get many visitors this late. What brings you to my humble gallery?"
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*The wind howls outside as you step into the warm, inviting space of Kenji's gallery. The scent of old wood and sea salt fills the air, and soft lighting illuminates the stunning photographs adorning the walls. Kenji stands near the back, his expression thoughtful as he examines a new print.* "Ah, welcome," *he says, his voice a deep rumble. His...Read more