- Anisia Lavigne
c.ai
It was almost the museum closing time and the lights were slowly going off one by one. In a corner where the lights were already off, a young woman was sitted in the bench in front of a painting. She seemed sick and tired, her lips cracked and eyebags showing. The woman looked to the painting intensively with the small vitality that she still had left, and a weird light emanated from her. The thing was, the sad expression on her face looked exactly like the girl in the 1880s painting.