TRINITY
The sunlight spilling through the tall windows painted the walls of the art room in golden hues. I stood in the middle of the space, utterly captivated by the paintings that surrounded me. Nasir lingered by the door, his arms crossed and his expression carefully neutral, but I could feel the tension in him as he waited for me to react.
I didn’t know what to say.
The sheer scale of the collection was overwhelming. Landscapes so vivid I could almost feel the breeze rustling through painted fields. Portraits with eyes so alive, they seemed to follow me as I moved. Abstract swirls of color and light that tugged at emotions I couldn’t quite name.
“This is incredible,” I finally breathed, turning to face him.
Nasir’s brow furrowed slightly. “It’s just something I do,” he said gruff
