The shape with the flower was called She. The other one He.
Her line was soft, making sketches that remind you the flow of the sea. Abstracted by the maker. Ιn contrast to her nature, his lines were bold, with a force heading to future steps.Their common growing sphere had parts of them both. An alloy of antitheses.
''The contrasting world that is created I want to explore''
'' I am so curious by a feeling, that I have never felt before''
At times when the limits were too close, She could make him kneel. The darkest black you have ever saw, a fog of fears and anger was destroying the paths that lead to their common world. But every time He, before leaving His last hope and breath on paper, was embracing all over Her veil of deep misty notions.
Her flower He once said, was the most luminous truth of the universe.
