Milieu Euphony (In Act Series #2)

Phase 21

PHASE TWENTY-ONE

WILL AND ADORATIONS

I woke up feeling confused.

Something was taken from my chest. Someone scattered it into pieces before it was returned to cause another confusion. Next would be the turmoil inside of it—a broken magnet to redirect the red arrow of the compass accompanied by torn-up pages of a faded map.

Which meant that I was back to square one.

It was not a plain hunch—it was definite, and it drilled me down to where I was standing, suffocated me to where I was breathing, and caged me to where I was leaving. Like a prey frozen in fear under the predator's gazes, or a bear trapped under the hole made by hunters.

I was put back in place.

The world was frozen as I revolved around it, or was I the one who's frozen, to begin with?

Livingjust to search for directions, the excitement that I had in coming up with onemade me discreet with what I felt. I was scared that their words would misguide me, but how would it do so if I won't treat it as guidance?

The sun rose from the East—an indicator that I was heading North. But in my journey of staying in the middle, the sun was rising in different directions.

And it was all caused by the path that I had chosen—sculpting.

My parents offending words about it should've stopped me, but I was too excited to learn, too defiant to listen, and too interested to pause.

I was so keen on pushing myself to the idea that I was headed, accumulated misfortunes which I treated as experiences. But at the end of the journey, would I still be able to look back and think of the same?

I know the excitement would die at the end—it was the reason that I don't want to stop. But if a mentor like him made me believe that it won't, then a mentee had no choice but to stay, wasn't it?

After all, the words from an experienced adventurer sounded credible than the lost ones.

"Adoration by Stephan Sinding," the Head Sculptor started. Nakamuwestra ang kamay niya sa sculpture replica na nasa gitna. "Ano ang masasabi niya tungkol sa sculpture na 'to?"

The distance created by the raised seating of Buonarroti Hall 1 wasn't an obstacle in seeing the details of the sculpture.

With the naked man's back facing my direction, the light caressed the depths of its body which allowed the shadows to adapt to its form. It had heavy and deep lines, almost as if the sculpture was a real person. The lines at the leg muscles were defined which added depth to the sculpture's life.

The sitting woman was no different from the man. The arch of her back showed that she had a good posture, while the shadows added volume to her perky breasts. Her stomach was properly formed and had an illusion that she was breathing. She had a nice curve to her waist which went along her thick thighs with her knees held together.

She was sitting gracefully on a minimally decorated block while the man was kneeling in front of her.

An act of gentle dominance—was there such a thing?

"The man was too pleading," it was Michelangelo who answered.

He continued to occupy the seat beside me even though his cousin was sitting a few rows down. Akala ko ay isang beses lang mangyayari 'yon ngunit nagtagal na hanggang sa masanay ako.