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And the-

If you take a look at those,

you'll notice that they sort of merge

like in a book-

I mean, it's not a book.

I mean, it could be a book

but it's not quite a book.

I'd love for it to be a book.

I really like stone.

It's hard. It's solid. It's hard to break.

- This building looks familiar.

Are these all local places?

- Yeah. I like painting what I see.

- So you like buildings and stones?

- They're steadfast.

They really don't go anywhere,

always know where you have them.

- Pragmatic.

Have you visited to any other galleries today?

- A few.

But by far, this one is the best one.

[chuckles]

[clears throat]

Do you think there might be a possibility of me

being able to exhibit anything here?

- I don't see any inkling of originality in them.

They are as lifeless as those stones

and buildings that you're so fond of.

To be honest, Ms...?

- Westbrook.

- They're nothing.

I don't see any evidence in them

that you will ever paint anything else.

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[chair scraping]

[footsteps]

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[door closes]

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[footsteps]

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[bell chime]

- I can't understand why they

didn't want your paintings, sweetheart.

You make such pretty pictures.

- Maybe that's not what it's about.

- I was talking to Bertie in 4C just the other day.

Do you know what she said?

- Mom...

I'm lost here.

- Hmm. Don't worry, honey.

- I don't know what to do.

- Why don't you come over

and bring your pictures?

We can hang them here on my wall.

And I'm sure Bertie would like

a few one on room too.

[scribbling]

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[inhaling sharply]

[exhales]

[bell rings]

- So, you've been studying the great masters.

So that maybe one day,

you could become one yourself.

You studied the brush strokes,

the colors, every little detail,

until you could almost smell the paint.

But are you worthy, mental barrass?

Do you have any originality of your own?

Or are you simply pay a limitation

to those who've gone before you?

Those who have already earned their accolades

of artistic brilliance through unique originality.

Are you, in other words,

simply a bunch of mindless drones?

- [echoing] I don't see any evidence in them

that you will ever paint anything else.

- Well?

What?

Alright.

[scraping sound]

I'm going to show you

how to let go and explore aspects of yourselves,

that every single teacher you've previously had

has allowed you to neglect.

Release your inner being.

It's time to wake up.

[thud]

[intense breathing]

[music]

- It's time...

Wake up!

[rustling]

[knock]

[pressing buttons]

- You wanted to see me?

- Yes. Come in.

[footsteps]

It appears we have heard a few complaints

from some of your students.

Apparently, they find you a bit raw.

- Well, you know how they are like, Philippa.

You do realize that I'm doing exactly

what you hired me to do?

If they don't like it, well...

- About that,

please refrain from bringing your grotesque

paintings into school.

They're the staff of nightmares.

You scare away the students.

What do you called that kind of art anyway?

- A slow yet inevitable descent into madness.

- Oh, ever the tormented artist.

- I can only paint what comes to me.

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[footsteps]

[background chattering]

[footsteps]

[background chattering]

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- Honestly Thomas,

you need to snap out of it.

As you very well know,

our finances are dependent

on the number of students we enroll.

We can't afford to lose a single one of them!

- And I can't keep working full time, Alice.

I paint all night and I work here all day.

It's too much.

- I hear what you're saying, Thomas.

But we simply can't reduce your schedule.

- Art doesn't just appear out of thin air.

I need time for my own work.

- You are not a vagabond artist anymore.

You have responsibilities.

Finish what you started.

- [laughs] Okay, so tell me this.

How am I supposed to find inspiration

that I need in order to inspire?

- Creativity is the quality you lack the least.

I'm sure you will come up with something.

[turning pages]

That would be all.

[footsteps]

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- It's like a whole other world.

I can't even imagine.

I only paint what I see.

- So do I.

- I guess I don't get out much.

[footsteps]

- True art, honest art,

that's not taken lightly.

It can carry you away to unseen places.

- Mr. Arkwright,

would you help me?

I mean, I know you are busy and all,

but this would mean so much to me.

- Look Mya, I have a class I need to prepare.

Come to my studio tomorrow morning.

Lantern Alley 14.

- [chuckles] I'll be there.

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[scribbling]

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[eerie music]

- Oh!

- I'm sorry.

It was open.

- [exhales]

- I...

I had another dream.

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- The visions,

they've become so much more vivid, more real.

The sudden line has been blurred

between what is sleep and what is not.

- What do you think they are?

These dark shadow people in your visions?

- It feels like they are coming for me,

to pull me away

or maybe...

Maybe I'm just going mad.

I see you brought your work to show me.

Is there anything in here

that represents the new you?

- Honestly?

I don't think so.

- You sure?

Not a single thing?

[chair scraping]

[rustling paper]

[burning paper]

You can't keep hitting your head

against the brick wall.

- I know.

[fire burning]

- But it's just like

nothing ever seems to be good enough.

- Can you see the fire behind me?

- [sniffing] Yes.

- No, you don't.

Because I'm standing in front of it.

But you can feel it.

And if you can feel that was just unseen,

then you can paint that what is unseen.

If you can show people what they can't see

with their naked eye, or even concede of,

then you, as an artist, will be seen.

I don't expect reinventing yourself

to be an easy ride.

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They will be thirsty trying to drag you down.

And then, you must fight back.

Again and again.

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[deep breathe]

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- Alright.

Let's get to work.

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- Having a third eye can provide enlightenment.

When you see the world through a lens,

you might discover things you, otherwise,

might have missed.

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So, you have quite journey ahead of you.

But I'll guide you.

- Really?

- Yes, I promise.

Now, if you'll allow me

I need to get back to work.

- Of course.

[rustling]

Thank you.

[footsteps]

[eerie music]

[brush scraping]

[eerie music]

[thud sound]

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[eerie sound]

[eerie music]

[growl]

[eerie music]

[bell rings]

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[footsteps]

[footsteps]

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[thud sound]

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[exhales]

- Where's Mr. Arkwright?

- He's not here?

- Was he here when the class started?

- I guess he wasn't. Why?

- You don't care?

- No, not really.

It's better this way.

No one to bothers us.

- I mean,

the only reason he's a teacher is because

he couldn't make it as an artist.

- Those who can't do,

they teach.

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[sighs]

[footsteps]

[birds chirping]

[knocks]

[door opening]

- Yes?

[door closing]

- I'm here to ask about my missing teacher,

Mr. Arkwright.

- Well...

While we are all troubled by his sudden absence,

I can't say that I'm all that surprised.

He has a rather unhealthy tendency

to be consumed by his art.

- I need him.

You're not going to do anything try to find him?

- Well, Mr. Arkwright...

[sharply inhales]

Seemed to feel that he didn't quite belong here

with us.

Perhaps, this is for the best

for this institution.

[sighs]

[door opening]

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[footsteps]

[rings doorbell]

- Mr. Arkwright?

[knocks]

[dogs barking]

Are you there Mr. Arkwright?

[dogs barking]

[door opens]

[door creaking]

Mr. Arkwright?

[creaking]

Mr. Arkwright?

Anybody here?

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[exhales]

[footsteps]

[footsteps]

[piano playing]

- Welcome to the police authority

automated service center.

You must register before you can make a report.

[typing]

- Your registration has been saved.

This console is for ongoing investigations only.

Please use console NR 1 through 3 to submit a new report.

[piano playing]

You must register before you can make a report.

[typing]

Your registration has been saved.

Please enter all information

concerning the missing person.

[typing]

The mail contains information

not corresponding to public records.

Please enter personal identity number.

- I do not have that.

Oh, come on!

- Your report is incomplete

and cannot be processed

via the automated service center.

You need to contact the police authority

manual telephone service.

Please wait until an operator is available.

[piano playing]

[typing]

- At least one of the required fields to

report are empty.

[angry banging]

If you need assistance, press help.

[telephone rings]

[telephone rings]

- Hello?

- Manual reports. How may I assist you?

- I am trying to file...

I'm trying to report a missing person.

- Do you have the case number

for this investigation?

- No, I mean I'm reporting it now.

- So this will be a new report?

- Yes.

- Have you fill out the report form?

- No.

Yes. I tried to use the machine.

- Ah, you already completed your report?

Let me see.

[typing]

Sorry, I can't find any registration.

Might be a delay in the system,

it happens sometimes.

- But I even registered twice.

- Well, that is unfortunate.

A double registration.

We might have the inconvenience of

a duplicate in the system.

If that is the case,

the file is transfered to manual processing

for file merging.

Let me connect you.

- No, wait!

[call ends]

- File Merging, how may I be able to serve?

- Uh... Hi.

Yes.

So, the other guy told me that

I might have made a double registration,

and then I was connected to you.

- Yes.

I see here that you registered today at 14:23,

and then again at 14:26.

- Yes.

- I could just merge the two registrations for you.

- Yes, please.

- However, there is a deviation.

- There is?

- They are not identical.

- What is the difference?

- One states that you live on Middle Street,

and the other one on Jiddle Street.

- Jiddle Street? Really? No!

Is there even such a street?

- I'm in file merging.

Would you like me to connect you

to the map services?

- No, no, no.

I just must've type wrong.

- A common mistake.

Well, your registrations are now merged

and you are all set to file your report.

- Thanks.

So my professor, Mr. Arkwright...

- Allow me to stop you right there.

- I'm in file merging. I can't take your report.

Would you like me to connect you

to manual report?

- Yes, please.

[ringing]

- Manual Reports.

How may I assist you?

- I'm trying to make a registration.

My name is Mya Westbrook.

My personal identity number is 616-097-442.

The name of the missing person is

Thomas Arkwright.

- Quite correct.

I have it all here in your registered report.

We've moving so fast with this new technology.

- Yeah.

- Was there anything else?

- No!

- Have a lovely day.

[call ended]

- If you need assistance, press help.

- The one person that could help me is gone,

and no one seems to care.

- Well, you should let the authorities handle it.

It's their job.

- Like they would do anything about it.

- You've done all you can.

Just let it go.

It's just makes you upset, dear.

- Someone has to do something.

- Maya, you've never been an adventurous type.

You couldn't go chasing after him.

It's not in your nature, sweetheart.

I know you all too well.

- Well maybe you don't.

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[door closes]

[footsteps]

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[birds chirping]

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[birds chirping]

[footsteps]

[birds chirping]

[footsteps]

[birds chirping]

[footsteps]

- Excuse me?

Excuse me?

- What do you want, girl?

- I was wondering if you might be able to

take me to the lighthouse?

To the island with the lighthouse?

- Got business out there, do you?

- Yeah, I have to go there.

But actually as soon as possible,

if possible?

- Sure, why not?

I guess you got your chartered party salted then.

- My what?

- We can't get harbor clearance unless you got

a properly submitted

and processed chartered party.

Try one of the consoles at the Harbour office.

- [laughs] I'll be right back.

- I'll be right here!

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[birds chirping]

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- No.

- Welcome to the Harbour Authority's

service center.

- Be nice.

- Please pay fee before departure.

- Here it is. Applied, approved and paid for.

- The storm's coming.

No one's going out today.

- But I have to go.

I really have to go.

I spent my last money on this paper.

- Check the storm clause.

It's in your contract.

- "Unsuitable weather

other conditions..."

[thuds]

What am I gonna do now?

- Go home and batten down the hatches.

[clinking sounds]

[sighs]

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[footsteps]

[thud sound]

[footsteps]

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[footsteps]

[birds chirping]

[eerie music]

[thud sound]

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder rumbling]

[dragging sound]

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[water splashing]

[exhales]

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[thunder sounds]

[water splashing]

[water splashing]

[water splashing]

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[water splashing]

[water splashing]

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[metal sounds]

[door opening]

- Get out of the way! [laughing]

No light! No light! [laughing]

- You bloody thieving goblin!

Come back here with that!

You filthy creature!

Hey! Run after it!

It stole the bulbs. I have to have it back!

The lighthouse has to be repaired before dark.

- Okay, okay!

- Run! Run, girl!

- Hurry up! It's about life and death.

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[music]

[music]

- Give that one back.

- What?

- What you took, give it back.

- What do you want?

- The light thing.

[laughing]

- Hey!

Stop right there and give it back!

- Okay, you can have it.

[laughing]

- No! What did you do!

- [sighs] Okay.

[door opening]

- Do you have another one?

- Its got away?

- It threw it all into the water.

- It was the only one. We must find it!

Otherwise the lighthouse cannot be lit tonight.

There must be light!

Yes! Here it is!

I knew I had it here somewhere.

- Are we going diving?

- No.

- Uhh, no?

- You lost it, you dive.

- Well actually, it wasn't me.

It was the creature.

- You ready?

- I guess?

- Good guess.

- Actually, I'm not sure.

I'm not sure I'm ready for this.

- You will be fine. Get going.

Come on, Mya. You are such a strong girl.

[Suspense Music]

- You okay down there?

- It's hard to see anything.

[breaths heavily]

[Breathing]

I found it!

- Yes! Hurry back.

The sun is setting.

- No. It was just a rock.

- Oh! Keep on.

- Oh, here!

- Yes?

- Uhm.

- Another rock?

- Yeah.

[exhaling sharply]

- Oh! I think I've found it.

[breathing]

[stuttering] I can't reach it.

- Are you okay?

[metal sounds]

- I can't hear you!

Can you repeat that? Have you found it?

Little girl.

[Dogs barking]

- I got it.

I got it. I got it.

I'm coming up now. Okay?

Hello?

Hello?

[heavy breathing]

[Panicking]

[exhales]

[waves]

[Ship Honking]

- Ah!

- You have to hurry up.

- Yeah, yeah. I know.

This should work.

No!

- Come on.

Come on.

- Shut up!

Do you wanna do it yourself?

- No.

- No? Then just stand there and be quiet.

Come back with the flashlight.

I can't see anything!

- It's coming towards us!

- I know, I'm working on it.

It's not working!

Can you stop nagging!

Ow! [laughs]

Look at the light!

[Both laughing]

- Thank you, Mya!

[both laughing]

[Foreign Music]

- What brings a city girl like you out here?

[exhales]

- I'm looking for someone.

Someone who's gone missing.

But he had this visions...

And in these visions he would

be chased and haunted by this strange shadows.

- Shadows?

- He would paint everything that he sees.

This strange looking city...

- I've never heard about anything

like that around here.

Some things are best not to medled with.

It's better to stay where you're safe.

I have my lighthouse, and this is my fault.

As long as the light shines,

and it keeps the world is safe.

No need to travel anywhere,

No need to travel far. Just stay...

Listen, listen, Mya.

Why don't you stay here?

I can't stay here.

I have to find my teacher.

Bye.

- Stupid rocks.

[Rock Growling]

- I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry I used you for breakfast.

- Breakfast?

- Sitting.

I mean sitting.

- Is it morning already?

- Yeah.

- It was summer when I fell asleep.

Hmmm.

You hurt, little one?

- No.

[low growling]

Hey

Wait up!

[footsteps]

- Ages ago,

before the ice

there were many of us here.

Crashing a blanket of ice.

Very long time since I saw any of my kin.

And you don't know where they gone?

- You miss them, don't you?

- I miss having someone to talk to.

- Yeah, I know the feeling.

- You lost someone too?

- My art teacher.

I believe he was taken by something.

Far, far away.

- There are strange things about.

One has to be careful.

- But I have no clue where to go from here.

Not in the slightest.

- Perhaps I can help you find your friend.

- Thanks!

And I will help you find yours.

[crashing waves]

[exhales]

My parents gave me a lot of freedom

when I was a kid.

I think, maybe even too much.

Like, whatever Mya would do,

Mya wouldn't go wrong.

I wish they would have known

that all I really need is was for them

to sit down with me every now and then,

and just take me in.

- Taking my drawings for instance.

Sit down and show me how to improve

by me watching them do it first.

Instead,

they just made me feel pretty transparent.

Like at the end of the day,

They didn't truly care.

- Don't think people care about me either.

They don't bother staying long enough.

Knew some humans long ago.

Then I went to sleep for a while.

When I woke up,

their short lives had ended.

Was alone again.

- I think my family was trynna protect me

from the world out there.

But what they didn't know

was that it only made me unprepared.

Made my skin too thin.

- Rocks doesn't have thin skin problems.

That me?

- Well, I was tryna make this realistic as possible.

- Looks boring.

I look in water and see reflection.

And it looks like that.

Take your time.

Try different.

- You were listening!

Thank you.

Good night.

- Good night.

[Rock's Humming]

- Go away!

No!

Damn it!

[exhales]

- Nasty robbers, dumb birds.

- What do you looking at?

- Not sure.

But I don't remember this being here yesterday.

It's carved in to the rock.

- Looks very old.

- Somehow, I think this is where I need to go.

To find my teacher.

[exhales]

Are there any other people on this island?

I mean, I've met one. At least one.

Over at the light house.

- People are here.

They come and go in their boats.

- Boats?

- You leaving?

- Woah, not right away.

But, uhm,[clears throat] could you take me there?

To the boat people?

- Perhaps, yes.

- Anything interesting over there?

- No, nothing.

Let's just go.

- By this way.

- Well, this looks like a nice place.

Right?

- I supposed.

You mind going alone?

- You're not a people person, are you?

- Humans worry me.

- But I'm human.

- You are special.

- Thanks.

Okay, well here we go I guess.

I mean here I go.

See you soon.

[groans]

- Beyond the salt water, is actually a salt water.

- Mr. Arkwright?

[Continue talking in distance]

[Drunk Singing]

- Excuse me?

Excuse me?

Hello?

I was wondering if any of you might know

where I can find this place?

- Oh, let me see what you have there.

- Oh, that mountain there...

- The coast across the sea, to the east.

Could be.

- Could be.

- Is there a possibility, by any chance,

or any of you want to take me there?

- [laughs] Sure.

The sea is our domain.

We get you there.

It's a long journey tho,

expensive that is.

- Well, I don't really have much money.

So, I was hoping maybe...

- That you could travel for free?

- [laughs] Like you get food for free in the store?

- Well, It's not really the same thing.

- So, as nice sea folks,

we let anyone travel for free.

We have fuel, and the food and the water...

[footsteps]

- Oh, no!

Oh no!

Oh no!

- You saw them!

Why not tell me?

They were my kin.

- I'm sorry.

I only thought it was gonna make you sad.

- Yes.

Sad.

- I was trying to protect you.

- Protect from what?

From truth? Like your family did?

- No...

Yes. You're right,

I shouldn't have.

Please, stay!

Come on, I need you.

I need your help.

- You need.

- I mean I want us to stay together.

Don't go!

Please?

- [Echoing] You've done all you can.

Just let it go.

It's just makes you upset, dear.

You've never been an adventurous type.

You couldn't go chasing after him.

[Shouting]

[screaming]

[sobbing]

- I'm sorry.

I should have told you.

- Perhaps.

I've always known.

Did not want to accept.

that my old friends are lost forever.

Once we were mountains.

Proud and tall.

Time passes and rocks weather away.

Perhaps,

I am the last that remains.

[sobbing]

- All the fisherman wouldn't take me

oversea without any payment.

Since I don't have anything of value ,

I mean I don't know what to do.

- What do people find valuable?

- Shiny objects?

- Black birds like shiny things.

- Do they have a nest around here?

Maybe we can go there.

- They keep through the dark.

In old mines below.

- Mines?

There might be more things that value

there in the mines!

- And birds. With sharp beaks.

- Yeah, yeah.

- You know, perhaps, you should go in first.

I mean, they couldn't hurt you.

- The tunnel is too small.

Needs a small person like you, to get in.

Small like a bird.

Also, have no fingers.

- Right. No fingers.

- For picking up small shiny things.

- Well then.

- Good luck.

[Suspense Music]

[Bird chattering]

[crowing ]

[Suspense Music]

- [Shouts]

[screams]

[groaning]

[Groaning]

[Egg cracking]

- There!

- Cutlery?

- This is worth nothing to us.

You'll have to find some other way across.

Perhaps, if you start swimming.

[laughing]

- Take your time.

Try different.

- Hey, girl.

We're leaving on the Jenny,

8 o'clock in the morning.

Be on time.

- I'll be there!

- Mya! Listen to me, don't go out to see.

Please stay here. Stay where you're safe.

Stay indoors.

It's dangerous!

- But why...?

- Listen to me now, you're stupid.

You are so stupid now, Mya.

You stay here with me.

Mark my words, girl.

It's too dangerous.

- I have to go.

- Mark my words!

- I'm sorry!

- Mya!

- Thank you for helping me.

I'm sorry about your friends.

I just wish I could've help you more.

I have to go.

I really have to catch the boat,

if I'm ever going to find my teacher.

- You should not be sorry, little one.

When I met you, I was alone.

And no one talked to me.

But I am no longer, I have found a friend.

- Oh, I need to show you something.

- You made new one?

You make progress.

- Yeah?

Well, I was tryna focus more

on the idea of the shape.

Rather than the actual shapes.

- The pebbles of the mind have been rearranged.

- I'll really gonna missed you.

- I will remember you.

[Rock's Humming]

- You okay down here?

- Hm! Yeah.

- I think you need to use some other clothes.

It can get quite cold out here.

- Thank you.

- It used to belong to my daughter.

- Well, isn't she here anymore?

- She was claimed by the sea some years ago.

- I'm sorry.

- Maybe I'll see her again somewhere, somehow.

So... If you...

Just come up if you need anything.

- Sure.

Thank you.

- Good. Good.

[Waves Sounds]

[Camera Sounds]

- Sometimes when the tide is at its lowest,

things like this appear out of the sea.

- What is it?

- Some left over of them.

Ancient civilization, perhaps. Who knows?

- Have you ever tried to go sure?

- No, we keep our distance.

So...

Are you running away from something?

- No, not really.

I'm looking for my missing teacher.

- Your teacher?

I have never heard of a student

chasing after the teacher before.

Usually it's the other way around.

But what do I know?

The schools are few and far between out here.

Why do you need this teacher of yours?

You seem capable enough.

- He helped me change my perspectives.

Who's taken away to some strange place,

with weird buildings.

- Well, there are stories.

Told among sea folks.

Very old stories.

This speak of some ancient civilization.

Thousand of years ago.

Perhaps, even more.

People who hid behind masks

and speak of ancient rituals.

I believed the place you are searching for is

what remains of that.

As I said, we are careful to stir clear of it.

- Speaking of stirring,

you would like to see the wheelhouse?

[Suspense Music]

[coughing]

- No, no, no!

Help!

Help!

Help!

- Stay here!

[Monster Growling]

[Suspense Music]

- [Echoing] My daughter, she was claimed

by the sea some years ago.

Maybe I'll see her again,

somewhere, somehow.

[Ship Beeps]

- Don't expect reinventing yourself

to be an easy, right? [Echoing]

They will be there tryna drag you down.

and then you must fight back.

Again and again.

[Music]

[Suspense Music]

- I have seen this image

in my mind so many times.

For so long.

Why did you bring me here?

- You brought yourself here.

[Suspense Music]

- Do you value your life in its current form?

Is it all you've hoped for?[echo]

- Well...

- Why do you cling into it?

- I have responsibilities.

- To your employer?

- Yes.

And to...

- Those who benefit from your teaching?

- I've painted my whole life.

And now I pass on my knowledge,

each every year,

to new disciples.

- What about your responsibilities to yourself?

- I do what I can to the time I have?

- What if time was not an issue?

- What if you were no longer bound

by such trivial matters, as eating and sleeping

and providing for yourself?

- I expect I should not live long

without such "trivial matters".

- What if you didn't have to.

- What? Not have to live?

- Free yourself from the limitations of the body.

Liberate your imaginations.

- This is madness.

You are all insane.

[Chanting]

- When our bodies are saturated by ink,

our minds are set free

from this materialistic condition.

A thought no longer lives in you,

but without.

Free for all of us to share.

A collective mind,

free to roam the earth and the stars.

And without bound by time.

Imagination will be able to find us.

The iron veil of the world will be lifted,

and we shall become one.

Unseen and free

to embrace the dream of dreamers.

- We offer you freedom.

Think it, and it shall be.

Flow with the currents of time and space.

Step asure, wherever and whenever you wish.

Free the creative essence that lives within you.

Become one with a limitless existence.

- And all I have to do is give up my life?

- Your lack of vision holds you back.

Let go of your inhibitions.

Is this not what you teach your disciples?

- Yes, but not to give up your life for your craft.

- Without artistic freedom,

are you truly alive?

- Why me?

Why me?

- Join us and all existence will benefit

from the artistic skills that you have spent

a lifetime perfecting.

- This is where you belong.

You are one of us.

- Let us show you what we have offer.

[Suspense Music]

- Their spores rained down from the stars.

Evolving.

Becoming one with the very essence

of the universe.

Harnessing the power of the eether.

[Suspense Music]

- Half a billion years ago, they arrived.

Evolved, and so did their knowledge.

They made the machines that this city rests on.

A gateway through time and space.

A door to ultimate freedom.

- They create a life?

- No, they worked on it.

- Like an artist who transpaint

into amazing works of art.

They transformed life into wonderful

and powerful creations.

- But why are you hiding out here?

You and your masters.

This place...

is feared by people.

- It serves us well.

Creation is a delicate matter.

It demands the world's greatest minds

with the most tender of hearts.

Only humans worshiped the mountains.

When they came here and we're too generously

gave us the power to create.

They did not grasp the consequences

of their actions.

When mountains come alive and rule the earth,

evolution stands no chance.

We needed a restart.

A hundred millennia of ice

put things back in place.

- And you did it?

You caused the Ice Age?

Killing all those living mountains just like that?

- We needed to protect life.

- By crashing half the planet?

- You are an artist, are you not?

Have you ever crumpled up

a piece of paper with a sketch on it?

Regret and discarded your creations?

- It's not the same.

It's really. It's just not the same thing.

To undo something that has been done in real life

is not the same.

Now take me to Mr. Arkwright.

[Suspense Music]

- Mr. Arkwright! Are you alright?

What's wrong?

- Wrong?

- I've come to take you home.

I fought for my life to come here.

I left my home, I left the city. I almost drowned.

I got lost, I almost got eaten.

I could have died coming here!

- But you didn't die.

- No, I didn't.

But I almost died.

- No! You lived.

but perhaps, for the first time in your life,

you are truly alive.

- I don't understand!

- I'm not coming back.

- Why?

- Because, what they offered me is will not end.

I have felt a calling through my paintings

for quite sometime now but I didn't dare.

I thought they would hurt me, but I was wrong.

And now I know I belong here.

- Even though if it costs you your life?

- This isn't the end.

I'm simply becoming a part of something,

which lies between what is and what is not.

- Perhaps, you might bring some sanity to this lot

- Remember what you've seen.

Remember this place

and all you have been through.

You won't bring me back,

but you carry something far more valuable

inside of yourself.

Allow your experiences to feed your imagination.

Become something new.

- It's time to leave.

- I'm sorry I was selfish.

I mean, this is...

incredible.

You deserve it.

- Remember what I told you.

- I will.

- What would you do now?

- Go back and finish what I started.

I mean, after everything I've seen...

- Incredible things,

beyond anything I could've ever imagined.

There just so much more I can do now!

I just didn't realize it.

- You are no longer the girl

that came to my studio.

Lost and confused.

- No.

- I have to go.

It's time to move on.

Perhaps, we'll meet again.

When some have formed,

when these mountains have turned to dust.

Perhaps...

Perhaps we already have.

[Growling]

[Suspense Music]

[Music]

- You are free now.

You no longer need to rely on anyone's

permission or support.

Not bound by expectations or fleeting trends.

Now you float free,

on the currence of imagination.

[Music]

[footsteps]

[birds chirping]

[Calling]

- Hello?

- Hi, Mom!

I just wanna let you know that I'm back.

- Mya! I have been so worried!

- You shouldn't be.

I can take care of myself.

- Where have you been?

- I went to find someone.

And I did.

I found myself.

A new me.

[footsteps]

- I don't see any inkling of originality in them [echo].

They are as lifeless as those stones

and buildings that you're so fond of.

I don't see any evidence in them

that you will ever paint anything else.

Something else? -Mya.

[Music]

- You did watched over me and guide me.

Just like you promised.

Maybe from your perspective,

none of this has happened yet.

Or maybe it already always has been.

Well...

Thank you, Mr. Arkwright,

for setting me free.

- you'll be okay now.

- I'll take it from here.

[Music]

[Engine Starting]

♪ All these visions now for hidden for me.♪

♪ Very deep down inside of me. ♪

♪ I've found somebody, to guide me through. ♪

♪ Someone that leads me to my truth.♪

♪ I need to know more, I'm on my way.♪

♪ Distant nation come see. ♪

♪ But my heart can hear it calling. ♪

♪ They told us, we didn't belong.♪

♪ Kindred songs meant for something new.♪

♪ CALL OF THE UNSEEN ♪

[Instrumentals]

♪ Defy the weather! ♪

♪ On the open sea. ♪

♪ A savage shore ♪

♪ reaching out for me ♪

♪ Exploring passages ♪

♪ you don't know. ♪

♪ Pitch black, like the eye of the bird. ♪

♪ I need to know more. ♪

♪ I'm on my way. ♪

♪ Distant Nations come see. ♪

♪ But my heart can hear it calling. ♪

♪ They told us, we didn't belong. ♪

♪ Kindred songs meant for something new. ♪

♪ CALL OF THE UNSEEN ♪

[END]