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This I sat down one evening and drew. It depicts a muse like spirit petting the head of a young male artist, maybe giving him dreams and inspiration, but her intentions are not purely benevolent. She will thrive on the strength of his life force as he delivers it through his talent, and he will slowly dwindle and die, being consumed by the fire of his own passion for his work. She is a vampire. I did not know what I would be drawing when I sat down to do this one, but I suppose the muse was smiling. I could swear she had sharp teeth.