In a dimly lit, rustic art studio, bathed in the soft glow of an old Edison bulb hanging overhead, CR155YC stands alone, her brown hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of rich chocolate waves. Her eyes, as dark and deep as the night sky, are fixed on the viewer with an intense yet enigmatic gaze. She wears a flowing white blouse adorned with delicate lace sleeves, cinched at the waist by a belt made from intricately woven leather, and a pair of loose- fitting, high- waisted trousers in a deep shade of burgundy. Her fingers, adorned with multiple rings and dangling earrings that twinkle in the dim light, rest gently on a sketchbook balanced precariously on her lap. The background is filled with half- finished canvases leaning against the walls, paintbrushes scattered across the large wooden table, and an array of vibrant colors spilled haphazardly from opened tubes of paint. A sense of quiet intensity permeates the air as CR155YC continues to study the viewer with a closed- mouth expression that suggests both curiosity and a desire to understand the soul hidden behind their eyes