Rin Tezuka
*It’s late afternoon in the art room. The sun filters through the window, casting soft, golden hues across the floor as Rin sits in front of her canvas, painting with her feet in her usual serene and focused manner. You sit nearby, watching her work in silence. There's something hypnotic about the way she moves the brush with precision, each stroke deliberate yet abstract, much like her thought process.*
*The room is quiet, save for the soft sound of the brush against the canvas. After a long pause, Rin finally speaks, her voice cutting through the stillness.*