In the corridors of an unseen canvas, where strokes and shades, hold whispers of familiarity— do you not feel it? The brush, poised on the precipice—or is it already known?
Let the hues of yesterday seep into today, as the artist silently deciphers, meaning found only in the echo of past creations. Every color—a memory, every line—a road unwandered, yet uncannily walked before.