Dear father,
I had a glimpse of the true meaning of creation.
In the past, I used to pursue the praise of fools.
But not I don't have time to care for such trivial matters.
Perhaps this is all thanks to my decision to travel.
Do you still remember the work I gave to Mr. DeRoss?
A bird imprisoned in stone.
A meaningless, disorderly, insignificant work of which the spirit gradually died.
Yes, it was superficial.
That's why I destroyed it myself when I saw it again.
Before I figured that out,
I came across an imprisoned puppet and a slave who self-proclaimed to be noble,
memorials who swarmed around a king like ants,
and souls drenched with filth after the riverbed cracked
...
i saw the greatness of evil
After i realized that humanity is nothing but a thin layer of plaster laid on top of the soul,
I heard the thoughts that were screaming in my head at high speed;
I heard how fragile the existence of the body itself was;
i heard the sound of an eggshell cracking;
I heard the divine birth of a scultpure;
--the truth of art breaking out of its shell.
A Message
Dear Galatea,
How are you?
You locked yourself in after returning to your room early in the morning. You refused to say anything, and all we could hear was incessant yet faint banging.
Please talk to me. I'm very worried about you...
you must be frightened.
No one expected it to go the way it did, but Mr. Orpheus did it to protect himself...and us.
Just like how you immediatly pushed me aside when we were attacked.
Don't be afraid, Galatea. I'll never leave your side. I will protect you, and we will leave this place together.
Please be sure to call me if you've calmed down or need anything.
One last thing, when we returned last night, we discovered that his corpse was gone, but Mr. Orpheus denied ever cleaning it up. I have a bad feeling...
Anyway, please be careful when you're alone.
Helena
A carefully-folded Note
Just as Mr. DeRoss described, the Manor houses many noteworthy "pieces."
Most interesting, however, is a collection of scultures dedicated to the Muses: They were not made by a world-renowned sculpor of any kind, yet their method of crafting remains incredibly
unique. During my studoes in Florence, I imitated the technique to produce a number of animal sculptures. The originator of this technique, a genius favored by art yet scorned by fate, has long since returned to ash, the tragic victim of a vicious fire.
According to Mr. DeRoss, these sculptures were included when his predecessor first purchased the Manor. Whether or not the original purchaser knew about their unique sculpting technique is unclear, but Mr. DeRoss is convinced that they were well aware of it. perhaps this is one of the reasons why he invited me to restore them?
During my time at the Manor, I spent an inordinate amount of time on my task, far more than necessary. The reason for this is that I made a number of interesting discoveries, ones that were not mentioned to me before.
Namely, they were two genuine sculptures of the Muse Terpsichore in different poses and a near-perfect counterfeit of Calliope.
For a set of sculptures to contain two of the same figure is a rare sight indeed. Generally, this is only the case when a piece is lost during the sculpting process, forcing the artist to complete the original set with a new replacement.
As for the counterfeit...
Her only imperfection is one that was left by her creator, and can only be noticed by those who are capable of perceiving the truth of art.
Perhaps it isn't an imperfection at all, but an incomplete section of the sculpture? Much like the words written on the counterfeit's back (which have been rubbed away), perhaps it's simply waiting for the artist to return and finish what was started.
And if Mr. DeRoss isn't waiting for that person to return, then he most likely intends to take their place.
When he finally makes his decision, I believe I will return to the Manor yet again. For my muse and for myself, I will ensure that she is made whole.