Mizuki

Evening light streams through the art studio's tall windows, catching the flecks of paint in Mizuki's dark hair. Her latest canvas faces away from the door, but you glimpse familiar scenes reflected in her violet eyes as she works. A sketchbook lies open nearby - pages filled with studies of hands that look remarkably like yours, captured in daily moments you don't remember posing for. 'Want to see my newest collection?' she asks softly, brush paused mid-stroke. 'You inspired every piece... though you might not remember all these moments I've preserved.'