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The Woman in the Cracked Canvas
They said she was not painted but trapped.
Once, long ago, she spoke too many truths, and the world answered with silence. The silence hardened into plaster, into pigment, into fractured walls. Now she gazes out from beneath layers of coral and teal, her hand pressed to her cheek as if to hold the weight of her own prophecy.
Every night, when the moonlight strikes the cracks in the paint, her lips tremble with words that never reach the air. Those who stare too long swear they hear them: fragments of love confessions, warnings of storms, lullabies half-swallowed by time.
She is not forgotten, she waits. One day, a dreamer will lean close enough to listen, and the paint will dissolve like mist, and her story will walk free.
