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A soft knock at the door broke his trance. It was Elena, his oldest friend. She didn't say a word, seeing the frustration etched into the lines of his shoulders. She simply walked over and sat on the rug, leaning her head against his knee. "You're overthinking the light again," she murmured.

Luca looked down at her. In that moment, the harsh fluorescent glow of the room seemed to soften. He saw the way the shadows settled around her, the effortless peace she brought into his chaotic workspace. He realized that "In Brațele Ei" wasn't a place he had to find; it was a state of being he had to allow. in_bratele_ei

Hours later, the rain stopped. The canvas was a swirl of motion and stillness. Elena stood up to look at it, her eyes reflecting the colors. "It feels like home," she said. A soft knock at the door broke his trance