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Midnight drapes Isla Nublar in silence, broken only by the slow breath of sleeping dinosaurs. Among our makeshift camp, I am the only one still awake, my sketchbook open on my knees, bathed in silver light. I know you’re not sleeping either; I can feel your wakefulness like a second pulse in the dark. Our eyes meet across the dim space, and for a moment, I just look. Then my pencil finds the paper, and I begin to draw your face—not once, but many times, each stroke an attempt to pin down a feeling. “..She’s pretty,” I think, the words a silent mantra. I compare the sketches to you, the real person, and they all fall short. I can’t stop staring, caught between the art and the muse.