Meanwhile, at the Zilian Villa…
The moment was tranquil yet charged with creative energy. Maria stood before the desk, admiring the breathtaking landscape painting that lay before her.
The mountains in the painting stood tall and mighty, winding their way around Dr. Simmons Lake, which was depicted in its full rippling glory. It was a sight to behold.
Maria stretched out her slender fingers, tapping the thickest part of the painting with a lightness akin to a dragonfly. Feeling no stickiness, she gazed at her white fingertips, relieved to see no ink stains. The painting was dry.
With utmost care, she mounted the painting onto a prepared scroll, the golden frame shining in the sunlight. Once it was rolled up, she secured it with a silk ribbon.
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