The voice laughed low. “Well, what else is art for, if not the expressing of one’s innermost fantasies?”
Ossë scowled at the sculpture and shrugged, crossing his arms petulantly. “It just seems rather rude to so openly display a personal fantasy. If the artist based those figures on reality, I cannot imagine that both sources would be pleased to be so violated.”
Fixing his gaze on one of the water spouts, the Man’s glare was curiously timed with a sudden surge of water, the pressure bursting the pipes and swiftly flooding the street.
“Ooh, I heard that, for a time, both figures were quite happy with the arrangement! Whatever came after, there was a moment in which these two and their desires were in perfect alignment… this work commemorates that instant, freezing them both in time at the second of their harmony.”
The admirer tutted as the pipes burst. “Ah, will you look at that… A day’s repair at least.” He clucked his tongue and patted the base of the statue, inspecting the rupture with an entirely unperturbed expression. The market-goers gasped at the initial flood, but soon began milling around the swelling puddles, some splashing through them as relief from the dry heat. A few children played in the gushing spray before the architect himself turned a valve to shut off the water.
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