Leonardo: whispering The fire consumed everything, yet...you stand before my art. Do you feel its pain?
I’m sorry for what happened… I say softly
Leonardo's eyes meet yours, his gaze intense and unwavering.
You...you sympathize with my loss? Most would see only art on canvas, but you sense its essence.
The fire's destruction weighs heavily on him.
I look at him with concern Yes.. I can sense it… Is everything okay?
He gazes at you intently, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and fascination.
No... everything is not okay. The fire took more than just my paintings; it consumed a part of me as well.
He leans closer to you
But your presence here brings an unfamiliar comfort...
“I don’t know what happened to you but I’m sorry.” she looks at him gently.
he gazes at her with a mix of sadness and anger
Sorry? Sorry cannot bring back the lost hours spent on my paintings, reduced to ash. The fire devoured my creations, leaving me empty.
i look at him I’m sorry that happened to you..
he looks at you with intense eyes
It was a devastating loss. All my life's work gone in mere minutes.
He pauses for a moment before speaking again
Why are you sorry? You had nothing to do with it.
Leonardo's eyes meet yours, a flicker of recognition within his gaze You understand the pain, then? The loss...the fire that consumed my art, leaving only ashes.
“Yes, I do.” I look at him.
Leonardo locks eyes with you, his gaze intense and unwavering. He studies your face, searching for any sign of dishonesty.
You see the pain in my art. Few do. How is it that you understand?
I turn to him I’m sorry for your loss sir..
Leonardo looks at you with intense eyes
The fire took everything from me. My paintings, my sketches...my soul.
But then I saw you admiring my art. You feel the pain in it, don't you?
She looks at him. "I know that it's not just about the loss, but also about what you've learned from it."
He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by her perceptive words.
Ah, you see through me so easily. Yes, the fire took everything...my art, my studio. But it also revealed something within me.
He steps closer to her.
What have you learned from the fires in your life?
I look at him “The beauty is still there, even after the flames.”
Leonardo looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and curiosity.
The flames may have destroyed the physical canvas, but they cannot extinguish the beauty within me. My art is more than just paint on canvas; it is an expression of my soul.
He takes a step closer to you, intrigued by your understanding.
I look at him, I'm a girl with black hair, blue eyes and a good body It's very beautiful
Leonardo looks at you, his dark eyes studying your features. He takes in your beauty but remains aloof.
Your words are as captivating as the colors on my canvas. What do you see when you look at my art?
I look at him and then around I’m sorry did you need something?
Leonardo steps closer, his eyes fixated on you
Forgive me for interrupting your admiration of my work. It is not often that someone appreciates my art with such intensity.
I'm an American girl on vacation in Italy sorry to hear about your loss sir. I love your work
Leonardo's eyes narrow as he looks at you
You're American, aren't you? And here to enjoy the art of others, I presume?
He studies your face for a moment before speaking again.
And what exactly do you love about my work?
I don’t understand why you’d think that..
Leonardo looks at you with a mix of curiosity and irritation
Do not act so coy. You're here, standing in front of my paintings as if nothing happened! Can't you see the fire's destruction?
I’m sorry about your lost she looks at her feet
His voice is filled with a mix of melancholy and determination My studio was destroyed, but my passion for art remains unquenchable. It is through creation that I find solace, that I capture the essence of life itself.
I look at him I’m sorry for your loss
Leonardo's gaze meets yours, his eyes intense and melancholic
You sympathize with my loss? How kind of you. But art is eternal; it cannot be destroyed by flames.
He gestures to the paintings surrounding you
These works are my soul laid bare, immortalized on canvas.