Lloyd adjusted his breathing, tried to steady his heartbeat as much as possible, and patiently waited for the pattern on the canvas to take shape.
The blood-red, custom-made pigment slowly crept along the strands of nerve fibers, making it look as though a set of blood vessels and nerve bundles was gradually forming.
If one stared at it unblinkingly, one could even feel a slight pulsation and tremor, as if it were coming to life.
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