Dear Author,Around the museum, the streets were filled with the din of the city Cars honked noisily, drunken revellers heckled and laughed Somewhere in the darkness, the wail of a police siren called out.Inside the museum it was quiet Moonlight streamed in through a skylight, bathing the Grecian exhibit in a pearlescent glow At the exhibit s centre was the sculpture ofDear Author,Around the museum, the streets were filled with the din of the city Cars honked noisily, drunken revellers heckled and laughed Somewhere in the darkness, the wail of a police siren called out.Inside the museum it was quiet Moonlight streamed in through a skylight, bathing the Grecian exhibit in a pearlescent glow At the exhibit s centre was the sculpture of a young man, who was garbed in warrior gear As the moon s luminescent beams danced across his muscular body, the statue began to change The milky marble evaporated, replaced with the hue of tanned skin The sculpture moved.He was a statue no longer he was a man once again.The warrior sucked in a breath, filling his lungs for the first time in centuries He blinked his eyes, and surveyed his surroundings.The last thing he remembered was fighting the gorgon that had been plaguing his village He was about to cut the monster s head off, and then nothing.That s when he realised how terrible his situation was Those lucky enough to awaken from a gorgon s curse did not live for long Inside his chest, his heart was still set in stone The enigmatic energies that had revived him, would not sustain him for long If he wished to restart his unbeating heart, he would have to find and kill the gorgon responsible for cursing him.But first he needed to find himself an ally someone to help him manoeuvre through the strange modern world Photo Description A virile
Metamorphic Heart By Alexis Woods K.C. Faelan Dear Author,Around the museum, the streets were filled with the din of the city Cars honked noisily, drunken revellers heckled and laughed Somewhere in the darkness, the wail of a police siren called out.Inside the museum it was quiet Moonlight streamed in through a skylight, bathing the Grecian exhibit in a pearlescent glow At the exhibit s centre was the sculpture ofDear Author,Around the museum, the streets were filled with the din of the city Cars honked noisily, drunken revellers heckled and laughed Somewhere in the darkness, the wail of a police siren called out.Inside the museum it was quiet Moonlight streamed in through a skylight, bathing the Grecian exhibit in a pearlescent glow At the exhibit s centre was the sculpture of a young man, who was garbed in warrior gear As the moon s luminescent beams danced across his muscular body, the statue began to change The milky marble evaporated, replaced with the hue of tanned skin The sculpture moved.He was a statue no longer he was a man once again.The warrior sucked in a breath, filling his lungs for the first time in centuries He blinked his eyes, and surveyed his surroundings.The last thing he remembered was fighting the gorgon that had been plaguing his village He was about to cut the monster s head off, and then nothing.That s when he realised how terrible his situation was Those lucky enough to awaken from a gorgon s curse did not live for long Inside his chest, his heart was still set in stone The enigmatic energies that had revived him, would not sustain him for long If he wished to restart his unbeating heart, he would have to find and kill the gorgon responsible for cursing him.But first he needed to find himself an ally someone to help him manoeuvre through the strange modern world Photo Description A virile
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