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-full.webp "Cendrillon (1904) by A. Guillon")
Cendrillon (1904)
A slipper lies abandoned on the steps, its glass catching the dim light. Shadows stretch long across the stone, hinting at a vanished figure. The air hums with the echo of a clock striking midnight, leaving only this fragile trace of magic behind.
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-full.webp "Le chat botte (1904) by A. Guillon")
Le chat botte (1904)
A sly cat in oversized boots stands poised, tail curled with mischief. The fairy tale springs to life in bold strokes—whiskers twitch, leather creaks. One paw rests on a hilt, ready for adventure. No ordinary feline, this one’s got plans.
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-full.webp "Le petit poucet (1904) by A. Guillon")
Le petit poucet (1904)
A child clutches a handful of pebbles, eyes wide with determination. The forest looms behind him, shadows stretching like grasping fingers. A fairy tale moment frozen—small against the vast unknown, yet stubbornly hopeful. Those tiny stones might just save him.
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-full.webp "Le petit chaperon rouge (1904) by A. Guillon")
Le petit chaperon rouge (1904)
A girl in a red cloak pauses mid-step, the forest shadows stretching long around her. The basket on her arm holds more than bread—it carries the weight of every warning whispered at the hearth. Between the trees, something watches.
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-full.webp "The Sleeping Beauty (1921) by John Collier")
The Sleeping Beauty (1921)
A woman lies in deep slumber, draped in flowing white, her golden hair spilling across the pillows. The air hums with enchantment—time suspended, waiting for that fateful kiss to break the spell. Her stillness holds the weight of a thousand untold stories.
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-full.webp "The Snow Queen Pl 2 (1911) by Edmund Dulac")
The Snow Queen Pl 2 (1911)
A frost-kissed figure glides through the night, her gown woven from winter’s breath. Crystalline patterns spiral around her, sharp as shattered glass. The air hums with silent cold—not cruel, but inevitable, like the turn of seasons. Somewhere beyond the frame, a child’s breath hangs frozen in the dark.
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-full.webp "La belle au bois dormant (1904) by A. Guillon")
La belle au bois dormant (1904)
A thorny forest engulfs the castle, vines creeping over silent towers. The princess lies motionless, her gown pooling like spilled moonlight. Time itself seems tangled in the brambles, holding its breath for a kiss that never comes. The air hums with unfinished magic.