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[Waking Brush] Ink-butterflies spill from the painter's hand, and clouds bloom into motion. The robe moves lik…

[Waking Brush] Ink-butterflies spill from the painter's hand, and clouds bloom into motion. The robe moves like a brushstroke, ethereal, as if the wearer has just slipped free of the world.

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