Immergleich Bleak Herald, 12 May 936 —
“… the Head Curator, Petrovel Clawns, denied that such a transformation is exceptional — “Every painting is alive, if you think about it, through its function on our minds and its impact in our lives. This is just paintings being alive when no-one is looking at them, turning on their creators, and wreaking havoc.” Then she gave a funny little noise.
No-one knows why the Shattered Gallery’s paintings, sculpture and pottery have come to sudden life. No-one knows why the places depicted have become more real than the spaces they were kept in. No-one knows what has happened to the 22 nightwatchpeople, cleaners and late-working curators who are believed to have been in the gallery on the night of 10 May. No-one knows what has happened to Forrus Verdun and his six retainers, who went into the gallery yesterday and haven’t yet come back.
What everybody does know is that, right now, art in Immergleich is best appreciated just about anywhere else.
The Wrong Kind of Wax 