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| A Pentagonal Movement (and a reposted image) |
She was once a real person with a real sort of life. However, like real people everywhere, she eventually died.
But, that wasn't the end of it.
Because, particles of her presence survived in one magical image a renowned master craftsman had once devised; a craftsman who knew well the essence of life. And, although the girl sat quite still for her portrait, the master painted a nuance of amusement in her mouth and eyes; a strange animation.
As it was, the craftsman was an old, funny kind of guy. It was difficult not to laugh outright at his humor. And, it was this laughter he captured in the sparkle of her eye. She was bubbling with merriment, and, so, she would remain.
As it happened, the image, (with it's sparkle) would outlast both the girl and the crafty, old master and, in time, would attract millions of spectators from all around the world... who came to gaze at this forever-girl as she sat, mysteriously and motionless in her special place upon the wall.
Hundreds of years would pass; each day the same... the golden light, the shadows, the frozen folds of her gown... the stiff pose of her lifeless hands and the unwavering line of her mouth. Oh, how she longed to lift her arms again and wiggle her fingers. And, how desperately she needed to release the laugh she'd held inside for so many years.
Then, one spring day, while no one was looking, there was a movement in the painting.
Perhaps, it had been stirring inside the brush strokes all along.
And, she came back to life like a spring unwinding... for one uninterrupted moment in time. Just like that.
So, is it that joy lasts forever... and laughter will out? Or, are there loopholes in the way things are made... and/or recorded? Who can say?
The wise plant seeds. :-)
(The adorable GIF featured in the post is AI created and was sourced from Tenor.)
