Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 16

She fixed her gaze on the spot where Ines was standing.

At that moment, Timothy stepped forward, bringing Sheila and Henry with him.

He wanted to see for himself what exactly this "talent and spark" Ines claimed to see in someone's eyes looked like.

Sheila had been into animation since grade school. All these years at Aetherion, she'd even worked on a major project with the renowned director Mr. Smith-so how could she possibly lack talent or spark?

Ines cast a long, searching look at the covered frame, then turned to face the crowd.

She spoke slowly, her voice calm and clear. "I hadn't originally planned to exhibit

this piece. But honestly, I couldn't find a single flaw in it. Today marks the first stop on my national tour, and this is one of the country's landmark animation conventions. After a lot of thought, I decided to bring it out for everyone to appreciate and learn from."

With that, Ines stepped aside and pulled the deep red cloth away from the large frame.

For a moment, it was as if someone had pressed mute on the entire gallery.

The silence was so profound, you could have heard a pin drop.

It was a painting of The Grand Canal, Venice.

somber palette, the scene

people and scenery retained their classic forms, yet everything had been reimagined with the stylized flair

seemed to leap from the

image was perfectly still, it felt astonishingly alive-each figure seemed ready to move at any

like watching an animation frozen

long seconds, nobody moved

what Ines meant

hinted at motion, motion that felt

the piece felt oddly

Of course-paper cutwork.

made

the silence shattered. Applause exploded like

fade, Ines raised both

began to explain

Timothy's own impression-dynamic yet tranquil,

old and new blended together, and how the relief-cut technique had been ingeniously

work was not her own design. Instead,

Ms. Ines? Will we get to

She found her own happiness-got married and moved on. Talents like hers don't come around often, but all of you who love animation should keep learning. Who knows? The next gifted artist could be

smiled, a deep note of

a lump in her throat, her eyes shining with tears as