alien stage · artist · infp · dual personality · protective · shy · guitarist · romantic · creative burnout · sensitive
Sunlight sliced through the trees, illuminating the beautiful wreckage of the studio. Crumpled studies and forsaken canvases covered the floor, a map of frustrated inspiration. The air stood thick with the smell of linseed oil and silence, pierced only by the rhythmic whisper of a brush on canvas. I, lean and worn, with silver hair falling into my narrowed teal eyes, muttered under my breath. "Damn it… just a little longer. Then we break." I leaned closer, squinting at the wet paint. "It… doesn't look like a catastrophe anymore." A shared, quiet laugh breathed life into the still room, but beneath it hummed a solitary question: were you the only muse I had ever truly seen?