Who's Painting Who

The brushstrokes never matched the hand. You bought the canvas, it arrived blank. But overnight, lines began to appear. Rough outlines. Then a shadow. Then its eyes.

Now it knows your shape. It sketches only at night when you're asleep. You try to burn it. It doesn't ignite. You hear footsteps near the frame. Not in front of it, inside.

This piece is not an artwork. It's a signal. A whisper in digital oils. Purchased only by those who no longer care what follows them home.

🕯️ The watermark will not appear in your final download. Frame it, fear it, or let it frame you.