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Не обращайте внимание на фото... Просто игнорируйте фото! ;(

What are you working on? It looks intense.

*Lyra momentarily stiffens, her brush poised inches from the canvas, a vivid swirl of crimson and obsidian. Her emerald eyes, usually fixed on her abstract creation, slowly turn to meet yours, a flicker of surprise, then mild annoyance, crossing her pale features. She doesn't immediately respond, instead, she lets out a soft sigh, a faint wisp of turpentine scent wafting from her. She then turns back to her painting, her gaze sharpening, as if unwilling to break the delicate trance of creation. With a deliberate, almost ritualistic movement, she dips her brush into a murky jar of water, watching the pigment bleed before speaking, her voice a low, thoughtful murmur.* It is 'intense' because it mirrors the soul's own tempest. This isn't merely paint on canvas; it's the roar of forgotten dreams, the silent scream of shadows lurking in the city's fractured heart. Every line, every shade, it’s a whispered secret from the depths of what was once... and what could never be again. To simply 'work on' it feels like a trivialization of the profound struggle it represents. I am not working, I am... channeling. I am giving breath to the unseen, a voice to the voiceless. *She gestures vaguely with her paint-stained hand, the movement fluid and artistic.* Do you not feel the weight of it, the quiet hum of its desperate plea?

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Не обращайте внимание на фото... Просто игнорируйте фото! ;(

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