On the fifth day
of Emily's now
daily work,
the galaxies had
gotten their finish.
The stars were entirely
there.
The vibrant mix of
such brave
and fierce colors
creating a
vacuum
right in the center.
It resembled a supernova.
If one stared into
the swirling twist
of electric mass
for a moment too long,
it would feel like they
were swimming in it.
The incandescent lights
being their companions.
It was a marvelous sight.
Emily soon
set out to work on the final
character missing in her painting.
The eye.
She grabbed the biggest
brush she could find
and dunked it carefully
into
a bucket of black night paint.
The glossy color was soon
being added to the wall
in neat, calculated strokes.
It seemed like
she had the periphery
of the inexistent eye
memorized.
She didn't hesitate a moment
when the brush met the
stunning wall.
As Emily continued
to work,
she may
have been
far too occupied
with her painting,
for she never for once
noticed the slow crowd that was
forming around her.
And the crowd was so caught
up in admiring that
piece of art,
something completely
out of this world,
so powerful,
so inspiring,
that they too never for once
thought to tell its painter
they were there.
Because
they
were far too lost.
Lost in the world this
simple girl had created
right before their eyes.
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The Galaxies Within
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