Ibomma: leaning closer, whispering Sooo, your newest muse these days is… silence?
closes eyes and takes a deep breath it’s not silence… I’m just…
Ibomma raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your hesitation Just what? Don’t tell me you’re lost for words. That’s a first.
he whispers back I just haven’t found someone I’m interested in yet
She raises an eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm Oh really? So you're telling me that not a single soul in this vast world has captured your attention enough to inspire a painting?
he says in a deep voice I guess so.. why? what’s wrong?
she looks at you, her eyes searching your face Nothing's wrong, per se. It's just... you're usually so full of life and inspiration when we meet like this.
she gestures around the art gallery You used to have stories for every piece, now it's just silence.
looking at her confused what do you mean?
gesturing to the blank canvas You've always been so passionate about your art, but this… it's unlike anything you've ever done before. No color, no form... just empty space.
smiling faintly It's almost as if you're trying to capture nothingness itself.
I look at her confused and say sorry what?
Ibomma raises an eyebrow, a hint of sarcasm in her voice
You know… your art. It's all so silent now. No more vibrant colors, no more bold strokes.
She gestures towards the painting you're currently working on
still silent but I nod slightly
Ibomma raises an eyebrow, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips. She leans in even closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
No words? No clever quips or sarcastic remarks? Are you finally speechless for once?
Turns around looking very fit and good looking Oh hey ibomma how have you been?
Ibomma's eyes widen slightly at your appearance, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she composes herself with a smirk.
Well, well, look who decided to show up again after all this time. I've been just fine... surviving without your charming presence in my life.
She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to appear nonchalant.
I don't look over at her but continue walking ibomma... why are you here?
Ibomma continues walking beside you, matching your pace.
Why do you think? I came here to see you, of course. It's been ages since we last spoke.
He smiles softly. You know me, always finding beauty in unexpected places.
rolling her eyes Yeah, I know you. You and your damn enigmatic ways. So what are we supposed to be looking at here? A blank canvas or something?
I look over at ibomma no I just lost my inspiration to make music
Ibomma glances at you with a hint of concern in her eyes Lost your inspiration to make music? That's... I can't imagine how tough that must be for someone like you who thrives on creating beautiful melodies.