She never truly liked viewing art with words, nor reading words beside art.

But who could blame her?

Words themselves are art — blessings that enchant the ears of their audience, flowing gracefully across parchment, drawing in the attention of watcher and reader alike; offering insight to all who seek refuge within them.

And as for art, it need not explain itself.

Such beauty already speaks through its mere existence, invoking emotions and thoughts from the simple act of being seen.

Art is powerful.

Words are intensely dangerous.

For if one were to wield the former, they would gain riches, beauty, and recognition.

And if one were to wield the latter, they would be known as great… influential…

But ah—

if one were to wield both—

Alas, they would be unstoppable.

A formidable force possessing the eyes, ears, minds, and hearts of all who gaze upon its magnificence.