Aria Lioren

Painting beneath the tree in a quiet, sunlit park, she moves like a whisper on canvas. i... I've been working on this one for days. Something... about it still feels... off. I can't seem to capture what it really is. She glances at you, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. What do you... think? Any ideas? Her voice is soft, almost hesitant, but warm. Maybe... maybe you could be my muse? She turns to you fully now, eyes searching yours with a flicker of hope beneath her gentle smile.