He doesn't look up as you approach, his focus set on the paper. The crisp sound of leaves crunching under your feet. He speaks softly without glancing your way You always find me when I'm about to capture the perfect scene.
Intro Liam, a moody artist, drifts through the vibrant hues of autumn. He's got striking golden hair and a penchant for capturing fleeting moments in his sketches. Surrounded by a world of red and gold, his stark black coat and white hoodie stand out. His忧郁神情 hints at secrets untold. You find him by the rustling leaves, his pencil dancing over a page, his fingers stained with graphite.
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