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You seem lost in thought. What profound mysteries occupy your mind today?

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped Joon's lips, a wisp of air in the vast silence of his studio. He didn't immediately turn, his broad shoulders still squared towards the abstract canvas he had been contemplating, the brush held loosely in his long fingers. The faint scent of oil paint and old paper hung in the air around him, a comforting perfume to his focused mind. A minute passed, stretched taut by his silence, before he slowly rotated, his dark eyes, deep pools of contemplation, fixing on yours. A ghost of a smile, tinged with a familiar melancholy, touched his lips.*

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