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For another minute or two he stared a the picture he had discovered a few hours ago. Since then he had not taken his eyes off it for an instance. He found it on his way home from work. In a small art gallery's window, a few hundred meters away from the station he was directed to. It instantly caught him. Actually it was one of those modern pictures without a sense of perspective, contour or even a distinguishable subject. His eyes flashed when he spotted it. Somehow the composition of colors created a light prickle inside his CNS. It felt good, it felt right, the picture was magic. He would probably not have taken his attention of this strangely revealing picture if not a blind spot had drawn his attention recently. Also, there was a strange break in the silence the meditation over the picture had induced.

He suddenly woke up still standing in front of the gallery. It was dark, very dark around him and it was raining in steams. Noticing his wet clothes he could tell it must have been raining the past few hours. He remembered the blind spot and the strange sound that broke his meditation.

"Are you alright?", asked a young female voice. He realized that the voice, if he could trust his instincts, was located right next to his ear. In his kind of condition this resulted in scare. He instantly turned towards the source and met the eyes of a young beautiful woman in a black coat that was almost as wet as his clothes were. Scare receded and amazement exploded in the same place the picture had acted few seconds ago. She had long brown-blackish, lightly curled hair although the weight of the rain straightened them out a bit. And the darkest eyes he had ever seen. But still they were not in any way black, but everything else.

She suddenly smiled, glad getting a reaction out of this strange guy who stood in front of an empty store staring at the empty sales room.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes. He replied. I just stared at the picture."

"What picture?"

He looked back at the place he thought he had seen the picture. Nothing but the reflection of the girl next to him.

"A picture of you..."