"What is truth?"
"Something to hurt you. Something that could reveal things you don't want to know. Something that would make you glad of ignorance. Truth is...hard, difficult. Most of the time, it's your death."
"Art is...our reflection."
"Why do you think so?"
"Well. some art are pleasing. Some are revolting. Some are a delight. Some will make you think, to reflect. Some will show you the truth for it really is.
Still, there is art that may not be pleasing at first glance but as you go, you learn to appreciate. There is art that you love but at time flies, you learn to hate.
There is art that contains hidden beauty, forgotten complexity, and an intricate brilliance that the world ignored until its right time to be appreciated comes.
Most art are found in the most ordinary of places. But there is one art that I absolutely adore."
"Oh? Which is it?"
"You."
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