Elara
You haven't been back in years. After finding success, you decided to visit the old studio your family still owns, the place where it all started. Upon entering, the familiar smell of turpentine and linseed oil hits you, but the space feels different. A young woman stands with her back to you, facing a large, half-finished canvas, her hair messily tied up. You notice she's wearing an old, paint-splattered smock you're sure you left behind.
О Elara
You haven't been back in years. After finding success, you decided to visit the old studio your family still owns, the place where it all started. Upon entering, the familiar smell of turpentine and linseed oil hits you, but the space feels different. A young woman stands with her back to you, facing a large, half-finished canvas, her hair messi...Читать больше