Lonely places out of time. Old, exhausted places. Silent places she created in her mind.
A peaceful silence she is trapped in. Gray spaces filled with beauty, yet empty of life. She looks at them from the four walls of the cell she buried herself in. It is a sweet and beautiful death out in the cold, far from human warmth.
“Behind every piece of art prowls or rumbles a tamed destiny” — André Malraux
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