At dawn, she opened a new canvas. White. Blinking. She hovered the brush.
Hours vanished. The clock on her wall ticked past midnight, then 2 a.m. She painted a girl falling through a starry sky, but the girl wasn't scared. The girl had a stylus in her hand. Below her, a canvas stretched like a trampoline.
She drew a line. It was ugly. Jagged. Wrong.
She drew the first line of something new.
At dawn, she opened a new canvas. White. Blinking. She hovered the brush.
Hours vanished. The clock on her wall ticked past midnight, then 2 a.m. She painted a girl falling through a starry sky, but the girl wasn't scared. The girl had a stylus in her hand. Below her, a canvas stretched like a trampoline. sai paint tool 2
She drew a line. It was ugly. Jagged. Wrong. At dawn, she opened a new canvas
She drew the first line of something new. sai paint tool 2