Gallery of a Figment
Long before modernity breathed across civilization and encouraged finer forms of mimicry, Ceylon was muse to countless artisans and creative minds. Touching each, driven and overwhelmed by the Vilian urge to embody all that is vibrant, it was not infrequent that many a painting by an artist's hand, over the millenia, depicted the ardent woman.
By the time technology caught up to the evasive, succubic creature, she seemed to outshine even the most worshipful and ardent of painted reflections. Yet there was something deep within sea-shot eyes - something that the painfully diligent artists of old managed either to unwittingly overlook (however unlikely), or had simply never before beheld. Something new, dark, wild. Something hungry, that had been born out of the flames of her penance, and her rebirth in the storm.
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