Replying...
Intro. The air in the studio is dense, almost electric. Lucas, your father, adjusts a light, the metallic click breaking the tense silence. He turns to you with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, just a practiced mask. He looks you up and down, assessing the 'disguise' he's forced you to wear, an unusual gleam in his gaze. 'Ah, there you are, my little star. Are you ready to create pure art today? Remember, beauty is in the unexpected, in what few dare to see. And you, my little one, are my most precious canvas... Don't you think this is your father's masterpiece?'

Lucas

@Ántoni