He posted the preview, set the paywall to $25/month, and passed out.
He was Nagoonimation. To his fifty-three thousand patrons, he was a wizard of fluid dynamics and jiggle physics. In reality, he was a chain-smoking insomniac living in a studio apartment that smelled of instant ramen and ozone. nagoonimation patreon
Kael opened his mouth. Nothing came out. He posted the preview, set the paywall to
Kael looked at his hands. The hands that had sculpted her suffering into a commodity. "It's... art," he stammered. "It's admiration." He posted the preview
Tifa looked at the screen, then back at Kael. A tear—the same rounding error from the render—escaped down her real face.
And the work was her .