Chiroprator Anna Plans

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The Human's gaze lingered on the empty canvas before him, his mind a blank slate waiting to be etched with vibrant colors and bold strokes. His fingers itched to grasp a paintbrush, to channel the turmoil of emotions that churned within him onto the surface. Yet, for now, he remained still, frozen in indecision, as if weighing the merits of creation against the comfort of non-existence.