In that darkness unknown to outsiders.
A hardworking figure is diligently sweating, striving to use his artistic prowess.
Using precious paints, he pretends freely on the pale canvas.
Scribbling and smearing.
Sketching and outlining.
Not missing a single corner.
Not neglecting any detail.
The tip of the brush sweeps across the canvas, leaving behind beautiful lines.
Sometimes with force, the canvas would shiver and ripple powerlessly.
The advantage is that the material of this canvas is quite superior and resilient, preventing punctures.
The disadvantage is that occasionally, a sigh would interrupt the creator's thoughts.
"Sigh..."
Tsk!
"Shh! Quiet, it's almost the crucial moment!"
Herbert tapped the unruly canvas, seriously finishing the final stroke.
He paused, lifted his "paintbrush," and concluded his work.
He shook his "brush" slightly while appreciating the "creation of art" before him, nodding in approval.
"Hmm~ not bad."
