“…….”
“…….”
With only the two of them left, Yoo Seongwoon was the first to speak.
“Gio.”
“Yes, Mr. Yoo Seongwoon.”
“Your shadow is gone.”
“…….”
At Yoo Seongwoon’s observation, Gio’s head slowly dropped.
“Ah, dear.”
That was an exceedingly contrived reaction.
‘Did he decide that reaction would be appropriate in the present situation?’
No sooner had the thought occurred to him than a shadow bloomed beneath Gio’s feet.
Yoo Seongwoon marveled inwardly.
‘It looks alive.’
He thought “bloomed” was precisely the right word.
It took on such lively and varied forms that one could not regard it as a mere patch of darkness created when an object blocked the light.
The shadow spread across his retinas.
‘…A school of fish?’
A school of tiny fish swam together, waves swayed in the wind, and he thought he saw a long-antlered deer walking across the earth or a beast with thick claws. Or perhaps they were the great wings of a gliding bird.
The myriad forms that flashed past in an instant soon grew dense like a single vast forest, then became orderly once more and took the shape of a human being.
“…….”
As though seeking a “realistic” position, the shadow that had stretched out at length settled beneath Gio’s feet, small and dark.
It was a process like drawing a picture, an awkward shape gradually becoming whole. Considering that Gio possessed the qualities of a painter, it was an interesting change.
‘Then can Gio outside the frame still be called a painting?’
Gio soon…