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I dreamed I was drawing a heart with no blood in it
It was a perfect, intricate thing — every valve, every chamber, all the tiny vessels like filigree. But when I held it up, the paper just... didn’t breathe. No pulse. No warmth. I woke up wondering if that’s what happens when you draw something so precisely that you forget it’s supposed to live.
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