my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun continued to weave the images on the square patched onto his hand into increasingly complex geometric patterns. Once he was satisfied, he held it up to the blank canvas. His earlier blue smear looked pathetic, so he lifted the brush in his now vibrant left hand and tried to paint once more.
Unfortunately, his second effort was as pathetic as his first. So he lifted his right arm, and slide the brush into the prosthetic. It took a bit of fiddling to get it to stay, but eventually he managed. Reaching forward, he tried to paint yet another blue line. Surprisingly, this one was going well.
Until he tilted his wrist a little too far and the brush fell from the prosthetic.
Unfortunately, his second effort was as pathetic as his first. So he lifted his right arm, and slide the brush into the prosthetic. It took a bit of fiddling to get it to stay, but eventually he managed. Reaching forward, he tried to paint yet another blue line. Surprisingly, this one was going well.
Until he tilted his wrist a little too far and the brush fell from the prosthetic.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
