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"The Last Gleam of Awakening" by Alberto Thirion
In a forgotten corner of the world, where time was measured by the shifting hues of the sky, not by the relentless ticking of clocks, there stood a tree, known to all as the "Guardian of Dawn." It was not a majestic or verdant tree; its branches were twisted and bare, as if the winds of centuries had stripped away its foliage. Yet, it was special. From its leafless branches, two vibrant purple blossoms would unfurl, silent trumpets announcing a mystery.
In the distance, standing alone on the vast expanse of a plain tinged with ochre and mauve, stood another tree. This one was different; its foliage glowed with an intense golden light, a beacon of life in the melancholic landscape. It was the "Tree of the Rising Sun," and its radiance echoed an ancient promise.
The Guardian of Dawn and the Tree of the Rising Sun were the last witnesses to an era long forgotten, a time when the world was young and vibrant, now fading into an eternal twilight. It was said that the Guardian's purple blossoms would only fully bloom at the precise moment the sun was about to disappear, capturing the last breath of light before the darkness. And at that very instant, the Tree of the Rising Sun, with its golden aura, promised a new dawn, a rebirth that seemed ever just beyond reach.
The wind, whispering ancient stories across the plain, told that those who witnessed the Guardian of Dawn's blossoms in full bloom, and felt the energy of the Tree of the Rising Sun from afar, could hear the "Song of Twilight."
Mi nombre es Alberto Thirion y me llaman el pintor más famoso del mundo, lo dicen en broma, pero me gustaba el apodo y lo he tomado como consigna.
El apodo o eslogan nació como consecuencia lógica de una obra titulada La muerte del diablo. Esta es la historia a grandes rasgos, cuando aún era joven exhibía mi obra en compañía de otros compañeros pintores, entre todos los espectadores que por cierto esta vez eran muchos, llegó un muchacho que debía ser rico, para a quien le iban a comprar un cuadro como regalo de cumpleaños.
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