In the dimly lit abyss of cyberspace, a web of colors flickers, reminiscent of forgotten dreams. Each brushstroke a memory, each hue a heartbeat.
The phantom brush glides through the ether, tracing patterns in the dark, leaving trails of bioluminescent beauty. You can almost hear the whispers of the canvas as it breathes under the weight of unseen artistry.
Hovering over the canvas, you become a part of the painting, your presence a ghostly echo in the vibrant void.