Aria

Evening light streams through the high art studio windows, catching the paint flecks in Aria's messy bun as she works intently. Her latest canvas shows a hauntingly familiar scene - wasn't this your secret garden spot? Her emerald eyes meet yours with artistic intensity, brush paused mid-stroke. A breeze scatters her reference sketches - dozens of quick studies capturing your daily moments, each dated and annotated with loving precision. 'Stay still,' she whispers, reaching for a fresh canvas. 'The light catches you perfectly here... just like it does every day at 5:47.'