Hwei

The island of Koyen in northwestern Ionia was once a peaceful and beautiful place: golden sands, seasonal fairs and a colorful factory town. The main attraction of Koyen was the ancient temple of arts.

Lukai Hwei was the heir to the chief master of this temple.

Hwei grew up as a kind and smart child beyond his years. He painted the world as it appeared in his wild imagination: fantastic, with exaggeratedly vivid details. The boy understood perfectly well that reality looked different, but he perceived life itself as art. He reacted so sensitively to the colors of the world that even his eyes changed color depending on his mood.

Hwei demonstrated his amazing fantasies to others with the help of the magic of painting, which influenced the viewers’ experiences. This type of magic required iron willpower and complete self-control, otherwise it could completely subjugate the thoughts and sensations of the beholder. If any practicing magician failed to cope with this responsibility and endangered himself or his loved ones, he was expelled from Koyen.

Young Hwei was not embarrassed by these strict rules, and he boldly gave free rein to his imagination. Demonstrating his art to the temple masters, he recreated the Koyen Sea. But as Hwei filled the canvas with flowing paint, he lost some control over himself and his magic. He was overcome by feelings - indomitable and deep, like the ocean itself - and he surrendered to the power of its beauty. The world went dark, and the last thing the artist remembered was the amazed masters who were drowning in the waves.

Hwei came to his senses only a few days later. The masters stood around: they were alive, but terribly angry. They did not dare to send the heir of the temple into exile, but they sternly reminded him of his responsibilities. And Hwei himself was both horrified and amazed at the depth of his power; he couldn't wait to experience her again.

In daylight, the young artist unquestioningly followed Coyen's rules, but at night, away from prying eyes, he pushed the boundaries of what was possible, trying to discover the limits of his power. Over time, his imagination became even richer, and Hwei was able to bring into reality a palette of magical colors, which he began to use from then on.

The years passed; Hwei matured and became a true master of his craft. Having earned the respect and sympathy of other artists, he prepared with humility and determination to inherit what was due to him by birthright. However, part of his mind was closed off from the world every night.

This continued until one day an artist named Hada Jin arrived at the temple.

Throughout the golden summer, Hwei showed Jin his native Koyen, and the artists discussed their creative approaches. Despite all the differences, Hwei saw how talented Jin was and was glad to have the opportunity to communicate with him.

On the eve of his departure, Jin challenged Hwei. He had an unmistakable feeling that the pictures he had shown to the others were just a façade, and now he wanted to see real art. Hwei tried to deny everything, but his eyes gave him away. For many years he created meaningless paintings, and now his imagination was crying out for the opportunity to create for real.

Hwei began to draw with a confident hand, trained by decades of practice. The night came to life, painted in the bright colors of his boundless imagination. Hwei was overcome by the deepest feelings, and he plunged into them with delight, because this is exactly what his soul asked for. Sharing forbidden visions with another person was amazing. Hwei re-realized what art gave him: connection with others, inspiration, unlimited creativity.

When Jin watched Hwei, his eyes burned. But then he said goodbye in an even tone and said that tomorrow he would leave the island to “look at the lotus blossoms.”

And at dawn, Hwei and his fellow artists were awakened by a series of disasters.

Summoner's Rift, Hwei paints the landscape.

Trust my imagination. The artist must know his model.

Art sheds light on our fears.

Trust my imagination.
None of us will leave here the same. But I will find the meaning of our suffering.
Do you want to become an artist? Just start drawing and don't stop. That's all we can do.
I came to realize my plan and find answers to the questions that torment me.

I feel the pull of darkness. There was always something dark inside me.

I feel the pull of darkness. There was always something dark inside me. And you brought it to light.

There is light in me. We can't lose him.

First move with Jin Jin There is light in me. We can't lose him. Because you awaken my darkness, Jean.

Good for you. No worries, no deadlines.

Reply to a joke Hmph. And this is funny. Ridicule Please don't move. You'll make a great still life. Reply to ridicule A? What? I'm sorry... I got lost in thought.

At least they will remember how I made them feel.
Creativity knows no boundaries. For better or for worse.
One breath - one stroke of the brush.
Mental heaviness... easily falls on the canvas.
When inspiration comes, you need to act.
When others find it difficult to get together, I will help.
The world is not divided into black and white.
Live through the pain... survive the pain.
I choose good while I still have a choice.
Fate leads me down paths I didn't choose.
Every stroke must be meaningful.
Good, evil... the line between them is blurred.
Without empathy, art is dead.
Don't listen to the words. Look at the actions.
In my work I look for answers to the most painful questions.
Why can’t I accurately depict what is born in my imagination?
I need neither revenge nor justice. Only clarity.
Life has its own course. There are unexpected turns in it.
By exposing my soul, I do not destroy it, but free it.
I will never become a master of painting. I have a lifetime to learn.
Fantasies help us comprehend reality.
When emotions are suppressed, they become especially dangerous.
I am just a shadow of my former self...
When I'm carried away, I can't even sleep.
Each of us is full of contradictions.