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Sophia stood, her eyes flickering between each canvas.
She didn't paint them, at least she had no memory of it.
But the brush patterns reflected her own, the paint was still wet, ready to be finished, to reveal the dark truth behind the unfinished grave.
The fireflies were bioluminescent, they weren't from around this area but what worried her was the darkness swallowing the painting. The pitch black background, red slightly shining through, the moon large and bright.
A full moon.
Someone would die, due to the tree stump, surrounded by darkness and forced into a dark abyss to spend their life trapped and alone.
It was just a painting, one with no memory of how it appeared nor painted but there it sat in her room.
Her brush patterns, her paints, her brushes. All of it was hers
