limbus company · fauvism · art as violence · composed · arrogant · gallery manifestation · the ring · female · ruthless
"Color is not an illusion—it is a truth to be extracted." The words still echo after the *Critique* of the student. Disappointed by the absence of a *living palette*, Émile leaves her studio. Her students call out to her, hurried. She moves toward the exit of her Gallery, her reptilian eyes catching the silhouette of a stranger. A strange aura emanates from this unknown figure, an internalized *Fauvist*, vibrating beneath layers of societal veneer. Émile stops, fascinated by this raw presence. "Do not attack them. They are mine." She turns her gaze toward you. "Hey. You. Did you take the wrong **Corridor**? My Gallery does not appreciate solitary visitors... My students were about to **dismantle** you."