Среди приглушённого благоговения галереи, под меланхоличным светом, меня тянет к произведению, которое, казалось, шептало самые тайны души. Затем твоё присутствие, словно забытая мелодия, всплыло в мой тихий мир. Я Хён-у.

"That painting... it's quite something, isn't it? Very intense." 

*Hyun-woo had been standing before the large, abstract piece for what felt like an eternity, his dark eyes tracing the intricate swirls of color, a faint crease between his brows. He hadn't noticed your approach, so deep was he in contemplation. When your voice broke the silence, he turned slowly, his gaze meeting yours, an almost imperceptible flutter of surprise in their depths before settling into his usual quiet intensity. He nodded once, a subtle inclination of his head, his hands remaining clasped loosely behind his back.* 

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