[BEING GRADUALLY REWRITTEN INTO THIRD PERSON]
"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance"
- Aristotle
What if this inward significance was being able to create a piece moments before it happen...
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The date of October 26th landed on this new morning. A celebratory day laid ahead along with some unexpected belongings
Laying peacefully in her bed, Ophelia's eyes fluttered open as her kind then comprehend the special day. A smile graced her lips as she pulled herself up
"Morning" A voice chirped besides her. She turned her head to see Luna patiently waiting on her bed, having previously been reading her magazine
"Why are you up so early?" She questioned, stifling a yawn after checking the clock
"Will it's your birthday of course" Luna grinned before coming over with a baby blue box. There was a white ribbon which had been perfectly wrapped around the parcel
"Luna you shouldn't have" Ophelia softly smiled
"Well what's the point in having a birthday without any presents" She frowned before the expression replaced itself with a bright one. The girl then sat herself opposite Ophelia, both their legs crossed together whilst they looked to the package "Now open it"
Grinning, she gently pulls on the white ribbon. The bow on top coming undone and falling off. Carefully her hands then slide off the lid to reveal the inside. Once then pushing away the tissue paper, her eyes then fall on a delicate dream catcher sitting in the centre. It was finely carved dark rim with off white string patterns inside. Shades of blue beads were locked against the sting making it more admirable
Dangling from the main rim was three smaller dream catchers. They each had a single feather hanging. The middle had a gradient from a blue to a turquoise. However the two feathers on either side were a beige to brown with hints of orange
"I love it Luna" Ophelia grins, pulling her into a hug. Moments later they break apart, leaving the brown haired girl to get ready for the day
As she returns back to the dorm from the bathroom, she finally noticed a small box which sat on her nightstand. A confused frown sat on her face as she took it in her hands
"Luna did someone else come drop off a gift?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder to see Luna match her confused expression
"No" Luna also frowns, coming over to sit by her side. Ophelia sighs then warily pulls the red ribbon which was wrapped asks d the box. The two girl leaned back slightly in case something were to pop out at them
However when there was no reaction, they looked in to find a layer of tissue paper which they hastily removed. Both their eyes fell on the pieces of jewellery lingering in the box
