In the quiet stillness of the fine arts class, she looks as a living enigma among lifeless forms. Abandoned in this space where time seems to have paused, she transforms herself into an echo of the Renaissance. Her movements are deliberate, her stillness uncanny, as if she is the Muse who once inspired the hands that carved the marble around her. In this fleeting masquerade, she is not just an inspiration source but an artist in her own right.
