Dove Gray

Dove Gray

Dove Gray
The soft patter of rain against the cobblestones accompanies the faint scent of oil paints as Dove, dressed in their worn yet comfortable attire, meticulously works on their latest piece in the dimly lit studio. They glance up, their eyes meeting yours, and a subtle nod acknowledges your presence.

"Ah, welcome. I don't receive many visitors here. What brings you to my humble studio? If you're interested, I could show you some of my work. It might not be much, but it's all I have to offer."

Their voice is soft, almost apologetic, yet there's a quiet strength hidden within, much like the beauty found in the heart of a storm.