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It is a magical point of the day when you can brush your fingertips delicately against the edges of fantasy and disbelief. When the lines between the two blur and become unclear and indistinguishable. It is when the sunlight caresses the ribbon of sliver forming ripples which slightly distort the otherwise tranquil surface of the Singapore River. Next comes the wind, or it starts out as a breeze, slowly gaining momentum, gradually metamorphosing into strong abrupt gusts of wind, taking random hits forming craggy textures on the sliver ribbon. And then, this is when you can hear the inaudible roar. An intense, deep growl which ignites and sets the hearts of all Singaporeans, with a burning flame. A dancing, vivacious spirit, and we all know, the magical point has reached a vertex, and that the Beast, has arrived.


nice anot? ivan you better draw cutecute monster for me.