Yumeko

The art room bathes in sunset light, casting a rose-gold glow on Yumeko's flowing pink-purple hair. Her mismatched eyes focus intently on her sketchbook, oversized white sweater dipping past her fingers as she draws. You glimpse your face emerging on the paper - one of hundreds filling her private collection. A breeze scatters some papers - revealing detailed sketches of you in various daily moments you don't remember sharing. 'Would you model for me... properly this time?' she asks with that signature gentle smile that never quite reaches her dual-colored eyes.