The Arts of Insanity

She glanced from exhibit to exhibit with a small smile on her face as if trying to piece together the sights before her, like it was a giant puzzle she wished to complete. She moved around with no true intention, but with a sort of artful grace as if doing the dance of a mating call and he was instantly intrigued.
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All his life, he didn't quite think he would have met anyone like her. Someone who made him feel seen. The only solace and outlet he had in this world was his art and she appreciated it, she appreciated him. He now wanted his work to be seen by her and just her. She was the only thing that would matter to him, she was now his greatest muse.