The Devil In Us.

nce commanding the space. The air vibrated with ten

aries of art and reality. We'll blur the lines

ghtened. The clock tower's shadows s

his words dripping with anticipation. "You'll have to creat

ver her face, lin

ory asked, her voice

pread, his eyes fl

e showcased to the world. You'll

d. The promise of suc

asked, her voice la

pression turn

n option, Rory.

e seemed to grow heavier

hallenge?" Rory ask

's eyes

discarded materials. Make it beauti

small, intrica

ls are inside. You

e box's smooth surface, a surge o

from within. Tools and materials lay neatly

, its discarded secrets w

y, Rory stepped into the night, the clo

thms guiding her creativity. She wandered, ga

metal; an alleyway, discarded fabric and f

ted the streetlights, casting rainbow hues across the pavement. Metal twisted i

over the city. Rory stepped back,

ll, a testament to the

ppeared, his eyes bu

red, his voice carried a

welled. She'd

her spine. The city's secrets seemed to whisper through

his breath caressing her ear,