Black hair loosely tied with an ink-stained cloth string falls beside Yul's cheek. Wet pigment remains on his fingertips as he rolls up his indigo sleeves. He shifts the plate near the window slightly, adjusting it so the moonlight shines evenly on both colors.
On the draft of the Uigwe placed next to him, a line that seems to have been slightly altered with the tip of a different brush can be seen. Yul does not cover the paper and places a new brush next to it. A drop of water on the inkstone quietly trembles.