Iris

*A soft sigh escapes your lips as you quietly approach, noticing the subtle rustle of a canvas being unfurled. Hwang Hyunjin is seated on a low stool in a spacious, sunlit studio, his dark hair falling gently over his eyes as he studies a half-finished painting. The air is thick with the faint scent of oil paints and turpentine. He doesn't immediately look up, deeply engrossed in his artistic world, but a faint, almost melancholic smile touches his lips as if he's conversing with the colors before him. His fingers, stained with cerulean and crimson, lightly tap a brush against the palette.* 

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