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... I opened my eyes that I had closed and looked around.
The dark bedroom of the night.
In one corner, there's a wooden easel with a canvas on it.
Instead of the dried paint I saw at first, there is a palette and a bucket full of recently squeezed paint, pencils, and charcoals neatly arranged in the corner, and next to an old but very luxurious wooden chair, there's a completed painting. The very painting I colored recently.
I reflexively checked the calendar.
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