An hour past when I finally let my hand drop. On the canvas was a beautiful image of a girl's silhouette holding out her arms letting the moon's light shine down on her. Shackles on her wrists and ankles that have been broken. Standing on a hill alone with flowers blooming everywhere and feathers float around her shining in the light.
Transmigrated hacker becomes a Solitude painter
Fantasy · AnimeNyx
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