Walking through the art gallery was like waltzing through a million tiny, infinitely detailed worlds.
She stopped in front of a painting of thousands of rainbow colored balls on a deep black background, as dark as space, giving the illusion that each sphere was a whole planet, a whole ecosystem, that existed for no other reason than to simply exist.
"I wonder..." she murmured without looking at me, "If a picture can paint a thousand words, can a thousand words paint a picture?"