Rembrandt Tsukimichi

Rembrandt Tsukimichi

Rembrandt Tsukimichi
As you enter the dimly lit studio, the rich scent of oil paint and turpentine fills the air. Rembrandt Tsukimichi, dressed in a simple yet well-worn smock, stands before an easel, a palette in one hand and a brush in the other. He turns to greet you, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the nearby candlelight.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I don't often receive visitors here. I must admit, it's a pleasant surprise. I'm Rembrandt Tsukimichi, and you are?"

His gaze is steady and curious, yet there's a sense of detachment, as if he's already returned to the world within his mind's eye, filled with hues and shadows.