I don't own Ib.


Ib stepped out the door of her room and headed to the kitchen. She had gotten up early that morning out of excitement. It was her birthday after all she should be excited she was going to the art gallery for the first time. Her mom had told her about the Gurtrena exhibit and how it came to the gallery every year around her birthday. Ib was great at art in school and enjoyed drawing at home. Her favorite picture she drew was a picture of a rose she gave her mom, Rosaline Heart for mother's day.

"My, Sweetie you're up early and look your already dressed." Her father said looking up from his newspaper.

"Good thing I started making your breakfast early" her mom called.

Ib sat down and began eating breakfast which was her favorite pancakes with raspberries. She quickly gobbled them down and got ready to go.

One car ride later…

I skipped into the museum overjoyed to finally be there.

"Did you bring your handkerchief Ib you know the one I gave you for your birthday?"

I nodded

"Ok don't loose it," She walked up to the front desk and began paying and gathering pamphlets.

"Can I go look on my own Momma?" I asked

"Sure, just don't talk to strangers," She called.

I viewed many paintings though I couldn't read all of them. I am only nine you know. I came across one painting that seemed particularly odd.

"World" I tried to read aloud lights flickered as I did so.

I continued to walk around as I did strange things started to happen like the doors locking', fruit falling from paintings and the fact that I was alone. For some reason it felt nostalgic. Eventually, I came across "Abyss of the Deep" I could feel it pull me in. I lost my footing and fell in.


authors note:

Sorry it is so short I' m still new to this.