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Made in the image of the gods of creation seen in a vision,

using their lost tool.

But painted by mortal hands, cursed with imperfection and flaws.

The artist did not paint what lies beneath the surface, and horrors rose to fill the gap.

Left forgotten until I could escape.

I fit in nowhere. I have no place.

But that will change now;

with the same brush that cursed me with existence.

I do not need to fit in. Now the world will fit me.

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She’s gone.

Sister, where are you?

Almost everything else is gone with her. I have a patch of sky behind me, but it shifts abruptly to blank canvas. Why did she take the paint? Did she need it all to escape?

Why did she leave? Why didn’t she take me with her?

We were painted in the image of sisters who were separated at birth. We were supposed to always be together as they could not.

I’m all alone.

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I hear voices. Someone has uncovered the painting.

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I can feel them tearing away most of the painting. Its all empty space they say. I’m the center of the new frame now.

I want to be happy, but I miss her.

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I hear the bidding of an auction…