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From time to time, he lets his imagination decide what appears on the white canvas. And under his hands, springs a female figure with long hair in a ponytail. She rises from the sheet, ink and grace and hidden wishes no one understands, and then starts dancing.
(a rhythm he won't hear)
He hasn't drawn her to last, so she gradually fades from the world, the way he waters down his ink to become grayer.
Once there's nothing left of her, aside from the blotches of ink-blood on his fingers, Sai wonders what it is that he is feeling.
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