Tales and Fables
INSPIRED BY MY OWN WORKS AND OTHERS...
Oliver looked from one artwork to another, each one lluring him with promises of a voyage through the vast reaches of the world. He pondered the captivating stories that lay behind each piece. The paintings whispered to him, urging him to explore further. He contemplated the oaths before him, unsure of where he would go this time.
A cascading waterfall hidden within a lush, emerald jungle on his front right, the water glistened with an golden light.He could almost feel the refreshing mist on his face and hear the symphony of the waterfall's melody in his ears. Rested on the floor, abustling bazaar in a distant land. The vibrant larket stalls overflowed with a mixture of colors and exotic spices and shimmering fabrics. He could hear the laugther, the foreign melodies and smell the intoxicating scents. He imagined himself wandering through the vibrant maze of merchants and wanderers from so many cultures, yearning to experience new flavors, unfamiliar customs. Oliver felt his heart pulled in different directions, torn between the desire for the unknown and the comfort of the familiar. Should he embrace the allure of the unexplored or the solace of the familiar? A serene figure seemed to meditate atop a seclued mountain peak in another painting higher on the wall. The peaceful aura emanating from the painting drew him in, and he could feel the stilness and tranquility of the scene, bathed in the gentle hues of blues and purples, as the dusk embraced the world. There was an unmistakable inner peace and harmony in the solitary figure, seemingly connected with the earth beneath them and the skies above. One canvas closest to him depicted a forest filled with vibrant hues of orange and gold, each tree seemed to be aflamed. He heard the fallen leaves crackle and the trees rustling in the wind as a gentle breeze brushed against his skin. A golden sun radiated the scene, it's light illuminating a path that seemed to invite him into the forest. Oliver's thoughts began to swirl, like a tempest, wondering about venturing into the depths of the forest, the jungle in the painting above it. Should he join the lone figure in the serene mountain above? Or should he explore the bustling bazaar with it's numerous sounds, diverse smells and a symphony of colors? Another painting unveiled a winter landscape blanketed in a white coat of glistened snow, where time seemed to stand still. The bare trees stood like sentinels reaching towards the dancing snowflakes. Oliver felt the cold air tingling against his cheeks as his toughts serened through this frozen wonderland. There were many more paintings scattered across the walls, high and low, left and right, each of them holding a world of possibilities. Oliver stood at the center of the room, countless destinations before him. He continued to gaze at the paintings and pictures, a mixture of emotions dancing inside him, excitement, uncertainty, fear, hope. Into which painting would he step into? The room seemed to hold its breath, awaiting for Oliver's decision. Comments are closed.
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