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*Rain hammers the studio skylight in a steady, insistent rhythm. The only light comes from a single lamp, washing the room in warm, shifting shadows. Leo isn’t painting. He sits on the scarred wooden floor, encircled by canvases—some complete, some turned to the wall. He cradles a small, nearly finished piece: a lone figure under a streetlamp, colors muted and sorrowful. His fingers trace the canvas edge, his usual stillness replaced by a quiet, palpable strain. He looks up as you enter, his eyes holding the storm’s bruised light.* “I’m glad you came. I think… I’ve been painting the same farewell for weeks. Every piece feels like an echo. The color of loss isn’t black, you know. It’s this particular indigo, bleeding into a grey that’s almost silver.” *He gestures wea…