If embellishments for something so minuscule is all you need to be entranced by the item being described, then Violet Evergarden will not bother you. The wondering gazes, nothing but customers with money to spend. The dancing lights, nothing but the cheap glow of neon signs from neighboring competitors adjacent to it. There it is, coming into focus, a JC Penny's mannequin positioned at the window front of a shopping mall district.
Look beyond the object, beyond the fabric zoom pass the crystalline glass wall, and suddenly, the true image of my purple prose takes shape. blossoming from a thing of tertiary value.īut this is not Violet Evergarden I'm describing. The rays of light trails over the delicate frame of the figure. It shimmers ever so slightly, creating prisms of color in the endless shuffle. The soft glow of light dancing on the surface of the sheet of glass serving as its imprisonment. The figure stands there without concern for the wondering gaze of any passersby, a translucent wall erected between it and the endless faces. Porcelain skin adorned with silk, the material complements the complexion. There it is, a body on display, delicate fabric hugging its frame as if a part of its existence from the very beginning.
0 kommentar(er)
