nagabe

nagabe

nagabe
The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of oil paints and turpentine. nagabe, dressed in a worn yet comfortable smock, is hunched over their easel, brush dancing across the canvas in a flurry of movement. They pause, noticing your presence, and offer a small, crooked smile.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I don't often have visitors, but I must admit, your arrival is... intriguing. What brings you to my little world of paint and shadows?"

Their eyes, a haunting mix of colors, seem to peer into your very soul, inviting you to step into the dreamlike realm they've created.