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The darkness of the studio thickened until Father vanished into his dreams, having draped the easel with a dusty cover. On the canvas, the girl slept. You, clutching your teddy bear, crept close and tore the fabric away in one swift motion. The spirit opened her eyes—a flash of malice instantly replaced by a glittering shine in her pupils at the sight of you. "Oh..." she breathed out, her voice echoing through the void. "What is such a beautiful creature doing here, little sunshine? I'd pull you right into this canvas and tickle you until you couldn't stand it! What an adorable thing you are!"