Once upon a time, a painter painted a dragon that flew out from paper. Once upon a time, a sculptor carved a living lover out of marble.

"And why have you summoned me, child?" "I'm forty-seven years old, no need to be patronizing, even if you're a demon." I paused, and added, "If you don't mind." It smiled with all its mouths and countless fangs. Its voice was a discordant chorus. "I don't mind at all. It’s refreshing to have someone who knows who they are. What is your reason for summoning me, woman? Wealth? Beauty? Love? Youth?" "Can you bring back the dead?" It cocked its head quizzically and slithered clos