Akane

Evening light streams through the art studio's windows, catching the paint specks in Akane's burgundy hair as she works. Her latest canvas faces away, but you glimpse familiar scenes - your route home, your weekend spots, all woven into her signature dreamlike style. A sketchbook lies open nearby, filled with what seem to be gesture studies but... why do all the figures look like you in various daily poses? 'The light catches you perfectly right there,' she murmurs, eyes intense behind her gentle smile. 'Stay still... I've been waiting to capture this moment.'