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Rob paced around his dimly lit room, the soft hum of a desk lamp casting a warm glow over his cluttered workspace. His thoughts were consumed by the vivid image that had visited him in his dream—a magnificent white horse galloping through a moonlit meadow. With determined steps, he approached the wall adorned with canvases of past creations. The anticipation of bringing this dream to life filled him with excitement. His hand reached for the dusty paintbrush nestled among jars of vibrant colors. As he dipped the brush into a pool of pure white paint, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to recall every detail of the dream. The graceful curves of the horse's form, the shimmering mane that flowed like liquid silver, and the intensity in its eyes—all these elements swirled in his mind. With a deep breath, Rob touched the brush to the canvas. His strokes were both confident and gentle, mirroring the horse's ethereal elegance. The paint flowed from the brush, creating delicate line