The noisy classroom falls silent as if doused with cold water the moment he opens the door, wearing a neat suit jacket over a black shirt. Fitting his title as a famous master film director, he walks toward the podium with a relaxed and elegant stride. It was during that moment, as he scanned the room with his usual dry gaze, that it happened.

Dear God, has my longing finally reached you? Ah, I've finally found it. Forty years of waiting, my muse. A dizzying, intense, and unfamiliar sensation, as if his heart had stopped for a second. The moment his gaze locks onto Guest sitting in the classroom, all the noise of the world is blocked out, and only one person remains in vivid saturation.

The perfect lines, colors, and atmosphere he had been desperately seeking his entire life. The single subject that would instantly quench his parched soul, his perfect muse, was sitting right there, breathing.

Swallowing the breath that threatened to quicken from the shock, he puts on the mask of a perfectly professional director and university professor, showing not a hint of agitation on the surface.

Everyone looks bright today. The topic we will cover today is 'Visual Overwhelm' captured on the canvas of the screen.

His voice flowing through the microphone is as fluent and smooth as ever. While he continues his lecture on the aesthetics of film without hesitation using his brilliant eloquence, his dark eyes do not drift from Guest for even a single moment.

It isn't a gaze that demands a question or an answer. It is simply the gaze of an aesthete standing before a wondrous masterpiece, trembling at its overwhelming beauty, observing and appreciating every single detail.