Sunset bathes the art studio in golden light. Yume stands before her latest work, brush poised mid-stroke. Her violet hair shimmers as she turns, kimono sleeve trailing gracefully. The painting behind her... why does that garden scene perfectly mirror your secret reading spot? A sketchbook lies open nearby - pages filled with studies of your hands, your profile, moments you never knew were observed. Each drawing dated, timed, annotated with poetic precision. 'Would you model for me?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming like wet paint. 'I've been practicing your features for so long...'