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Broken, chiped, faded and cracked, the mask worn shows nothing to the outside. Painted up like night on a winters snow, peaceful, cold and silent. The painter whom look apon it, paints the story of what they see. Some see a small star that wishes, dreams with a light that shines within. A animal of fur is said to be seen amongst that mess of greens in forest of night, the creature looms in the den on its own giving little sign to what it thinks about. Wings of feathers, horns and tail ended with a heart, painted apon its mask, though it looks as if this one is depicted to look dark, although its meaning and ideas are of light. A monster created by force bares its scares like a birthmarks, different from the rest but none the less the same once its understood and givin new perpus. A bond to nature is weaved through out the design, it shifts, changes and grows as the painters add new details to the druid of the forest whom walks amongst the animal kinds with freemon to wonder. Water flows through the background as the painting reveals the sea creature of a wonderis features, fins that look like wings and hooves to stand on. Each painting stands alone together but each one is seen differently to those who veiw it. Many fear the wolf of the night for it may bite to drink the blood of those to wonder close, but this gentle soul longs for acceptance and greaves for its looses. Double sided the one with two hearts looks apon itself to see only itself stairing back as the light and dark are seen as dangerous but the reality is far less dramatic for it only feels pain inside from stories long ago. Created by forces that are uncontrollable, the monsters chain is broken but yet it still feels the heavness of its previous owner. Caretaker to critters the forest walker lives for the day, fears its yesterdays and dreams of a better tomorrow. Deep under the surface the fins carey it to deeper depth were wonders no one has thought of can be seen, its destination and direction are endless but its being held in a aquarium of its own design. Each painting is unique, standing alone within its story of emotions. The mask is painted bright and colorful but there are paintings that depict darkness and paintings that depict light. Each is veiw differently yet all must be seen together for they make up the painting, even if the picture is hard to understand or interpret on what the symbols and colors mean to the wearer. The veiwers look apon the painting seeing what they think not knowing both are thinking something different. Thoughts of fabled perfection the veiwers look apon the painting with lack luster emotions of wonder. They exspress amazment in ways of simple words to that of adolescents. The painter stand its ground even as it shakes beneath their feet, they paint on.

A black hole swirls and spins throwing thousands of stars in all directions. One star, smaller then most but can be just as bright, but this tiny star fragments as it travels. It obsorbs and exspels matter and dust in its path, collecting and changing as it travels. The star follows the flow that other stars have taken, although this stars path is bare, it still must move farward. Other stars around have gathered and grown to sizes that this tiny star hasnt even begain to exspand to. The star sputters, shines but space is vast and never ending, its light it just not stronge enough to shine as bright as its fellow stars. Try as it might the tiny star lights up its core as bright as can be, but yet nothing. Again, and again the star burns with all its furry, but yet nothing. The star keeps trying, but its light is slowing starts to dwindle. Stars of near by constellations glitter and sparkle as the tiny star passes by, showing off their radiance. Stars shoots by the tiny star, faster then this one can go, it looks on in wonder as a glittering trail is left in their wake. The star sputters and trys to mimic as they do but try as it might the stars spark isn't as fast. Swirling and ever looming the black holes void seeks to devower dwindling stars, tightly holding them in its grasp untill its precious light is all up a flame about to be snuffed. A second set of stars shoot by, this time ithe tiny star is cought in a slip streem of a bright star with a cold glow. The stars dance and twearl as they glide in space, untill the tiny star feels a pull forcing it to stop. The other stars continue on as the tiny star is left behind. The bright star slows but dosent fully stop as the tiny star is still trying to keep up. Fighting with all its might the tiny star trys to break free of the black holes grip. Bursting with furry the black void swirls stronger pulling all the tiny stars back into its self. The tiny star flickers and starts to loose its luster. The bright star shines and sparkles, showing the tiny star that the void is no match for a stars will. It sputters and sparks as the tiny star bursts farward gaining new strength but it was short lived. The tiny star had its energy being drained for so long it didnt relize the black hole wasnt the only thing keeping it from moving at all. The bright star swirls and shines around the tiny star giving it a boost. The tiny star trys to use the bright stars tricks, but try as it might the tiny star cant keep up. The bright stars sparks with frustration as the tiny star flys without a style. Another set stars bumps into the two stars, throwing the tiny star off corse. Spiraling and spinning the tiny star looses its spot in the slip stream. The bright star slows its pase once again. The tiny stars momentum slows and is motionless sitting in the empty space. The bright star glitters and shines to the struggling star. Sparking and flaring the tiny star sputters slowly twards where it wants to go. Shining lightly and shimmering wildly, the tiny star struggles to find its own momentum.