![]() ![]() I can feel that something is pushing me in." She had no choice but to go down to the main exhibition, 'The Abyss of the Deep.' When she came there, she sees blue footsteps. The blue liquid formed a sentence- 'Come downstairs, Ib. no one was there.īlue liquid leaked from the frame and suddenly she sees the words 'C O M E I B' on the floor. She looked left and right and to her surprise. Ib was shocked and her heart was pounding. Suddenly, the lights flicker and flicker. I don't understand the name of this painting." Ib then sees a large portrait that's actually colorful to her. She was wandering all by her own and she actually didn't mind. " Ib said to herself, enjoying in the gallery by looking at the paintings. That sculpture has an odd description though. All are beautiful paintings! Oh yeah, also that one beautiful red rose sculpture, The Embodiment of Spirit. She was really happy and she couldn't wait to venture and see all of Guertena's creations. Just make sure you'll be fine and quite, alright? Don't make a ruckus! Not that there's any need to worry you, I suppose." Ib's mother looked at her young daughter and sighed but she shown a sweet smile after that. "Can I go look at the paintings first?" Ib asked, feeling a little timid because of waiting. "Let's go to the reception desk to get some pamphlets." Ib's father said. Like what her mother said, she saw all sorts of creations by this artist named Guertena. and they don't just have paintings but sculptures and all sorts of creations.! I don't doubt that even you'll enjoy it, Ib." her mother said to her daughter with a lively tone when they arrived. "Well, we are here! Ib, isn't this the first time you went to an art gallery? We're here today to see an exhibition of works by an artist named Guertena. "Oh, thanks for reminding me, mother! I'll go get it." Ib replied to her lovely mother. ![]() "Did you remember everything, Ib? Oh! Do you have your handkerchief? You know, the one that you got for your birthday! Keep it safe in your pocket, okay? Don't lose it!" said Ib's mother, reminding them before they go. Ib and her parents were on their way to an art gallery. In the early afternoon, under a gray sky. ![]()
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