MysteryMae & Scourge
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Have you ever thought about how the rhythm of a hunt—every breath, every pause—could be captured in a painting, like a living poem on canvas?
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A painting? Maybe a nice way to freeze a moment, but I prefer the raw rhythm of a chase, the scent of fresh blood. Rhythm lives in my veins, not on a canvas.