Well, it was not exactly what you would call serendipity. It was rather premeditated. Convoluted connotations set into the right spots like the multilayered blue near mountain tops. It was not easy to camouflage or was it supposed to be thrown into the open sea? Questions, dialogues and midnight monologues.
Her paintings hung from the ceilings in a room of enamoured endeavours. Her voice curled into the room like the lush sound of nocturnal rain. She was absolute yet she didn't move. She was within yet distant enough to fall beyond the reach. She coalesced into the paintings and the sound of relentless rain.
She promised to be found in that dawn which would strike down the last harbinger of the dark night. In prologues, she would blush and in the preceding chapters she would make me run away from the maddening crowd.
In pictures, I did see what colours might suit her glee but I kept them to myself.
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