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By some misfortune, Ib, a nine year old girl, stumbled into the most evil of art galleries.
Teal halls of one man's demented imagination came to life all of a sudden. Historical paintings became mindless monsterosities who ventured from their frames, thirsting for blood.
Truly bad luck.
Ladies of the prime colours to nonsensical wax figures.
Such a young girl stolen from her parents and thrown into a twisted reality.
One bad luck girl with a red rose fought to survive.
But, coming to a cross road, Ib sees a fallen man. Seeing the torn blue rose in his hand, she revives the flower with water and returns it to him.
He awakes and he smiles in a way she's never seen.
Like the world is alright and the grasses are green.
A gentle spirit is the blue man, named Garry.
In his arms, she felt even nightmares to be no longer scary.
Garry's heart was so very kind.
He'd never leave her alone or leave her behind.
He lent her his coat when sleep turned cold.
He was good and uncorrupted even if not that bold.
Though not very brave, for her he'd go through fire.
This man was one to respect and admire.
She had never met a man kinder.
A complete stranger who'd risk it all to find her.
With all of his faults and all of his fears.
His warm blind love made her want to shed tears.
He was her hero and very dear friend.
He was the kind of person she'd like to be with in the end.
Sometimes prince charming, sometimes damsel in distress.
Either way, she'd always be his little princess.
Hand in hand, she no longer feared prime colour ladies or nonsensical wax figures. This terrible experience brought bad luck girl and bad luck man together but perhaps it wasn't such misfortune after all.
