The Patreon notification chimed. 'User DarkSephiroth777 pledged $50 for the 'Storm' loop.'
"Delete me," she said.
She stopped inches from him. He could feel the cold radiating off her wet clothes. nagoonimation patreon
She gestured vaguely at the looping GIF on his second monitor—a paused frame of the "Storm" loop. Her chest, heaving. The wet shirt clinging. The angle of the camera low, leering. The Patreon notification chimed
Kael looked at his hands. The hands that had sculpted her suffering into a commodity. "It's... art," he stammered. "It's admiration." He could feel the cold radiating off her wet clothes
He hit the power strip with his foot. The monitors went black. The hum died. The rain stopped.
On his dual 4K monitors, a wireframe spun. Tifa Lockhart. But not the blocky, polygonal heroine of 1997. This was Tifa as a god might render her: every strand of hair a brushstroke, every muscle fiber beneath her tank top a study in anatomical poetry. Kael had spent four hundred hours on the way light fractured across her irises. He called the project "Final Heaven."