Jun. 08, 2003 - 11:17 p.m.
He led her by the hand into a world of visual enticement. While she was still staggering from the sensory overload, he left quietly, sliding out the back door and leaving her there breathless, in pain, in ecstacy, entranced by the visions flashing before her eyes. She reached out to him, and he was gone.
The years passed as she absorbed this world into her being, pulling stunning art from the depths of her imagination, inspired by the constant parade of images before her.
She grew and learned and cloaked herself in special effects until there was nothing left of the lost little girl frozen by her own sense of awe.
And one day he returned, and wading through the parade of faces and bodies and souls splashed upon the screen, he searched frantically, never knowing that his beautiful lass was dead and a digital goddess was left in the wake.
