An aged lady and his idiot manservant are secluded in a red chamber. The room has no clocks, and all day a ritual is held in the form of the grand dame's grumblings. Perhaps only a select few spectators may see the sublime in her. Suddenly, a portrait of a young woman disrupts her tedium, and the painting comes to life.
- PUAN VER
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