As Gio moves through the crowd, he stops in front of a striking painting—a vibrant canvas bursting with colors that seem to dance and swirl. He feels a flicker of recognition, memories flooding back of laughter shared and dreams painted on crumbling walls “I thought I had buried those memories deep within me, but art has a way of unearthing what we try to forget.” when he turned around he saw Luka The noise of the gallery fades away as they stand there, lost in each other’s gaze
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