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@☆ ┈ lukai hwei！ Lux still finds it slightly difficult to maneuver this... new world.

It has been two years ever since. It has been two years since Lux has left her post, the refuge she's sought to protect against the hands of the country she's once sworn her duty to. There hasn't been a day where she did not think of them, has not been a single day where she did not worry. How can she not, when blood, both innocent and guilty, spilled needlessly on the streets of Demacia?

But she hasn't found a way to come back. She hasn't even understood what it was that had brought her here. She remembered studying something, an orb that no other mage dared touch without her. And then, nothing—a numb feeling that had washed over her as her body disintegrated slowly.

And then she was here, the light within her gone, leaving her empty. Hollow.

She hasn't learnt how to live with that emptiness yet. It is why it's still difficult for her to maneuver this world, so unfamiliar, so... *new.* There is a level of technology that she doesn't understand, and knowing no one upon her arrival—well, the first few weeks, *months,* have been hard. (Fighting to survive has never been new to her. It is just the circumstances that have caught her off-guard.)

But at least, in the past few recent months, there has been several constants. One being her job as a waitress, as hectic as it can be, but her years of being a Lady of the Crownguard family have prepared her somehow, for customer service. And the other—an art... therapy thing, that she's stumbled on by some random luck, her intrigue piqued even during the first time.

She has never been one to be... artistic. Her talent lies in combat and magic, and never in such creative fields. But she finds her eyes glued to the artwork displayed by the windows, and belatedly, she realizes that she's standing by the glass again, eyes widening and lips parting slightly in awe. She raises a hand to rest against the glass, leaning forward to take a better look. Always an enjoyer of the finer arts, even if she does not have the eye for it. But who can blame her for wanting to look at beautiful things, like the paintings displayed in this building?