The Neo-Retro Movement

The reality hit Wildred like a cold, scaly slap to the face: For years, he’d immersed himself in joyless tasks. The moment called for a clean break. No more toiling in teal. Today, he would paint from the black, briny depths of his soul. He slapped down a clean mug and began anew.

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