
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of vibrant yellow and fiery orange. Elvis, the eastern screech owl, perched on a branch of an ancient oak, his blue feathers shimmering in the fading light. He wasn’t just any owl; he was a stained-glass owl, his form a mosaic of sapphire and azure, his eyes twin suns of molten gold.
He remembered the day he had stumbled upon the crumbling cathedral, deep within the whispering pines. Drawn by the kaleidoscope of colors spilling from its broken windows, he had ventured inside, only to be caught in a surge of magic. The glass had shattered, and he had been reborn, transformed into a living work of art.
Tonight, though, his heart was heavy. Delilah, his dearest friend, the wise deer with eyes like polished stone, had gone on a journey to the Crystal Caves, seeking a rare moonflower that bloomed only once a century. She had promised to return before the moon reached its zenith, but the hours were slipping by, and worry gnawed at Elvis’s glass heart.
He remembered their adventures together, soaring through moonlit skies, sharing secrets whispered on the wind. He missed her gentle presence, her calming wisdom. He gazed at the sunset, the colors mirroring the warmth he felt for her. “Come back, Delilah,” he trilled in his sing-song voice.
As the last sliver of sun disappeared, a flicker of movement caught his eye. A graceful figure emerged from the shadows, her coat shimmering like moonlight on water. It was Delilah. She carried a luminous moonflower tucked behind her ear, its petals glowing with an ethereal light.
“Elvis!” she called, her voice like the gentle rustling of leaves. “I’ve brought you a gift.”
Elvis swooped down to meet her, his heart overflowing with joy. He nuzzled his glass head against her soft fur. “You’re back,” he said, his voice filled with relief.
Delilah smiled. “The journey was long,” she said, “but I knew you’d be waiting for me.” He peered at the moonflower tucked safely by her soft, warm ear. “Its light reminds me of your eyes,” she said.

Elvis gazed at the moonflower, its petals reflecting the starlight. He knew that even though he was trapped in glass, he was free in his heart, as long as he had Delilah by his side. And as the moon rose high in the sky, casting its silvery glow upon the forest, Elvis knew that their adventures were far from over.
“Shattered Elvis at Wooded Sunset” is a Gansai (Japanese Watercolor) painting featuring a dark blue Eastern Screech Owl against a bright yellow background. His eyes are painted with shimmering light Kuretake lemon yellow pigments.
This and more paintings from the “Shattered” series will be offered for sale summer 2025 along with. Prints will also be offered in the future.
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