LittleNovelChapter 583: The line read: Harm me, and you shall perish.
Each word was etched with precise strokes, the sharpness of the handwriting carrying a sense of foreboding urgency. This wasn't just art; it was a masterpiece that reached into the soul.
And it had been created in a mere fifteen minutes.
Anyone who had ever studied painting knew the challenge of depicting human figures.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLindy's painting of the sunrise at the summit succeeded in creating an immersive experience, drawing viewers into the scene as though they were standing atop the mountain, basking in the golden rays of sunlight. However, it was clear she had taken a familiar path.
Sunrises and sunsets were sights many people cherished, moments they had personally experienced. This shared connection made it easy for viewers to resonate with Lindy's work, evoking a sense of nostalgia and comfort.
Khloe's painting, however, was in a realm of its own.
It wasn't just about landscapes; she had infused life into her figures, breathing a soul into the canvas.
Her painting went beyond capturing a scene; it seemed to record the passage of titself, showing changes in the world and human lives. Even those who had never set foot in an unfinished building felt its haunting emptiness through her art. The image seemed to echo lives they'd never lived, eras they'd never seen.
The painting blurred the line between observer and subject. As they looked, they felt as though they were the woman on the canvas, her fury and pain coursing through them. Yet, at the stime, they were outside her. This painting didn't just have a soul-it was alive.
Even the colors seemed to morph under their eyes. The first glance revealed a stark, colorless scene. The second, a flood of vivid red. By the third, a completely different palette emerged.
Your escape begins with gVlnovlsUnder every color, the figures and scenery seemed to tell a different tale, expressing emotions uniquely tied to the hues.
The Dayton family stood frozen in place, overwhelmed by shock and awe. No words came; their expressions spoke volumes.
This was Khloe's creation? Eric wanted to deny it, to insist it was impossible. But he'd watched Khloe the entire time, her left hand methodically bringing the painting to life. No one else had laid a finger on it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis hands clenched tightly at his sides, his face twisting with regret. How could he have overlooked her? As the crowd buzzed with disbelief, Lindy suddenly seemed to realize something. She glared at Khloe. "Are you White?" Though Lindy's words cout as a question, her tone carried certainty. Her eyes, filled with a mix of respect, envy, and astonishment, lingered on Khloe. After a moment of contemplation, Lindy admitted defeat.
When the Dayton family heard the nWhite, shock rippled through the crowd. Cara, unable to contain herself, blurted out, "How could she be White?" The nWhite was synonymous with mystery and brilliance in the art world.
Though White had only produced four paintings, each one was, was a m masterpiece astonishing works of ant that could stand the test of tand be revered for centuries.
White's paintings weren't just rare; they were invaluable treasures. Their rarity made them coveted collector's items, growing exponentially in worth with each passing year.
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