One day she wakes up and gets prepared - walking down, she is seeing the wall she is used to love torn appart. The artwork simply disappeared... She starts being invaded by a sort of sadness, or melancholy, moved by the ephemerality of what is. She starts asking herself how can art be eternal?, can it always remain? Is it always ephemeral? How can it be eternal?

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