How could this be the same background painting as mine? Think, Original Ruby. Think!
Is it the woods? she then turned around in her mind. Like a dancer. Impossible. Right? That would mean…
“… everything is connected, yes,” spoke W., in my head at last. Now maybe I can get some work done (!).
The tableau over there by the same artist. This is me (!). Ruby, the dancer in or of the woods. Tree. Red and green in buckets being used to paint the bottom — the roots — but then blue and yellow being poured on the top — the leaves. And the 3 spherical creatures accomplishing the art?
Wood creatures, perhaps. Persimmons. 199, if not 200. Unch. Living Tree. The woods still have power (!). Even though I don’t live next to them any longer. Collageisty is on Nautilus now, as of novel 13. This is from novel 10, when the woods were still strong and omnipresent. There’s a void…
“What is the void?” spoke W. again. I knew I had to get down and examine the art of the gallery more closely. There be the answers. WOOSH.
Yes, that book. Not mine, but…
It reminds me of the tesseract.
Down to the first floor…
I’ve seen this before too.
Maybe this in Dennis.
Which might explain this nearby.
The wrong Ruby winked out. POOF.