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That thought arrived uninvited, like a drunk acquaintance at a funeral.
I shut the book halfway. Then reopened it. Then shut it again.
Why did I reopen it?!
Well, the shading—perfect. The anatomy—flawless.
The expressions—uncomfortably alive.
Whoever drew this understood muscle tension, subtle finger positioning, even the way skin folded. She'd only ever seen Helena attempt this kind of thing, and Helena's work looked like dislocated mannequins in a fog machine compared to this.
Why? No—how?
I bit my lip. Okay, first question: how is Kairi this good at human anatomy? Second question: why is her male anatomy knowledge… this informed?
The lines were too clean to be hand-scanned. No, this was… 3D printed. Kairi had translated a drawing into a three-dimensional reference model before printing it out for maximum accuracy. That meant she'd not only drawn it—she'd modeled it.
Who does that?
