Demonic Gradient Paint: The Figure I Scribbled on Paper Took Over My Mind

It was just that I couldn't sleep because I hadn't picked up a pen and paper for a long time, that's all. I touched the paper to feel the emptiness of the space, and I took the pen in my hand like a spear to stab it into the middle of the room. Instead of a plastic cylinder enclosing the heavy ink, I wished it were a charcoal-tipped flamethrower. I closed my eyes, and while I couldn't guess what the emerging lines would form, I lost myself in the things coming to life in my mind. Inspired by the words in a book I had read just this morning, I drew a figure; just like in the book, I drew a shadow fighting its past.

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