Each brushstroke purring with the sound of bristles on canvas as her slim hands control her paintbrush with the precision of a practiced hunter

Cybelle let's herself breathe through the painting as in front of her forms the visage of a woman, one she could love wholeheartedly

She awakes the next day to see paint splattered footprints across her studio. The woman from her painting is alive, she breathes each breath in like a wave lapping at the shore

"Hi" The woman says