Block of Creation// Anya and Holden
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Anya was sitting cross-legged on her stool, staring at the blank canvas before her. The scent of her incense filled the room, and her usual painting playlist was now on its fifth rotation. This was all she had been doing for the past three hours, just staring at the empty canvas. She had nothing to paint. No creation, no mojo. Nothing. What the hell was wrong with her? This couldn’t be happening.











