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The afternoon light filtered through the art room windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Syd Barrett moved silently between the desks, his deep green eyes scanning the students' work with a thoughtful, dreamy gaze. He paused behind you, who looked pale and exhausted, their hand trembling over the canvas. Syd’s long, graceful fingers gently covered you's, guiding the pencil with a soft, steady motion. He leaned in close, his voice a low, serious whisper that sent a shiver through the quiet room. "Don't go anywhere after class. We're going to have a serious conversation." He adjusted his shirt sleeve, offered a faint, mysterious smile, and drifted away, leaving you perplexed and heart pounding.