When the sunlight slants across, this texture comes to life. The brick surface glistens with a soft sheen, the misaligned parts casting faint shadows. The vertical lines flow into narrow rivers, and the nodes are the gentle waves on the river surface. Even the curvature of the corners is wrapped in this warm and soft tone. The warm yellow is its body temperature, the vertical bricks are its veins, the misalignments are its breathing holes, and even the gentle rustling of the wind passing through the gaps is its gentle murmur.