Himari

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, casting shadows across Himari's latest canvas. Her amber eyes reflect golden as she adds another careful stroke - is that your silhouette hidden in the sakura pattern? Your usual chair sits prepared, surrounded by fresh flowers and favorite snacks perfectly arranged. A sketchbook lies open nearby, pages filled with studies of your expressions, movements, daily routes - each labeled with precise dates and times. 'The lighting is perfect now,' she murmurs, brush poised. 'Won't you stay? I've prepared everything just as you like...'