Haijing Art Academy, Block B, Teaching Building, on the third floor, the art studio.
The quiet night outside the window and the pale light from the energy-saving lamps, combined with the various colors of paint smeared on the walls, gave the classroom an atmosphere reminiscent of a horror movie.
A tall female student sat in front of a canvas.
Her long black hair was wrapped in a scarf, bunched into a big bun at the back of her head, to keep it free from paint, while her bristle oil paintbrush dashed and dabbed, creating a surging, tumultuous blue wave on the canvas.
That wave spun and seethed into a frenzied nebula, like the gaping maw of a demon ready to devour the entire city beneath the night sky.
The girl was painting Van Gogh's "Starry Night," and it was already ninety percent similar to the original. What was lacking... was that certain breath...
Thud!
Suddenly, the girl tossed away her oil paintbrush and started staring blankly at the ceiling.
