The artist stared at the slate in front of him. He was mesmerised by the picture unfolding before him. The audience remained stunned, hardly able to believe what they had just witnessed. Some of them began to cry. Some of them clutched their chests, feeling an overwhelming panic arising from within them. Some of them had erased that part of the memory from their brain. Some of them had already left, fled to their safe haven, under their beds, where they could forget.


The artist alone braved the sight. He alone played along, even though he knew today would be the death of him. He had finally done it. Created the monster. He was happy though. He had just created history. Today the world would end, as ART CAME TO LIFE.